I promise I'll finish this mini -series. I promise. It's more important to me than the other ones. 

Anyways, a person is here. By some accounts, this person shouldn't exist. Or doesn't exist. Or will exist in the future. Is that complicated? Heck yes. 

But let's make it less complicated. What are accounts, anyway? Do you trust what other people tell you? I mean, kind of? 

Accounts are just other people telling you stuff. And here we have a guy, flesh and blood, figment of my imagination, but real here. 

It was one sharp snap. Ears bled. Not this man's ears. He was tyrant, left in a world where all the tyrants were dead.