In a dusty well-used library the most curious sight made itself seen, a small humanoid creature sat on the floor surrounded by tomes stacking higher than the small being on the floor. An intense look of concentration could be observed on the humanoid's face as it read the tome in its hand, its large eyes shining with a deceptive amount of intelligence for a creature such as itself. The tomes themselves contained gibberish for anyone not firmly educated with the art of magic. The House-Elf reading the material should not have been within the group that understood the large, scholarly articles.

Suddenly breaking the silence, the humanoid sighed with frustration before speaking out loud, “why do wizards have to make all of their god damn explanations so convoluted.”

“I mean,” the creature pausing before continuing, “you would think that the wizards would put more effort into understanding their slaves. I don’t even think that House-Elves are even that complicated, I am one myself, but these books don’t tell me anything at all.” The newly designated House-Elf ranted. “Great, now I am talking to myself,” it drawled.

The House-Elf finished with the tomes, got up and started to put back his reading material within the shelves lining the walls of the library, frequent pops and cracks could be heard every so often when the House-Elf found a shelf a little too high for itself.

Once all of the tomes lined the shelves in an orderly manner the House-Elf popped away towards the kitchen, possibly to begin cooking for their benevolent master.

The Kitchen was in disrepair, with dusty old shelves, moldy containers, and a distinct lack of any kitchen appliances. Appearing within the neglected kitchen the House-Elf began its search, it started opening random draws and cupboards, each empty container collaborating to cause the House-Elf as much frustration as possible. There were no pots, there were no pans, no knives, forks, or any cooking tools existing within the kitchen. The House-Elf was frustrated beyond belief, there were no cooking tools where they were supposed to be.

It appeared as if the kitchen had not been used in years, the master of the house seeing no need for such a place. The freshly bought House-Elf shook in vexation, ‘what kind of person would have a kitchen and not use it’ thought the House-Elf.

With one last scowl at the ‘kitchen’ the House-Elf popped away. Appearing in a dark, dimly lit room, the House-Elf briefly tumbled and knocked into a series of wooden shelves holding a variety of swords, daggers, and knives. The House-Elf turning to look at what it bumped into seemed surprised and happy, a loopy grin appearing on its face.

The House-Elf was not acting in its usual nature, previously reading and now being excited at the thought of weapons. Something was seriously wrong with the House-Elf in question, maybe it was being manipulated? The House-Elf suddenly grasped for the armaments.

With slow and shaky movements, the House-Elf approached the stacks of weapons with a hardy hesitation, almost like he was afraid that they would disappear.

With a shaky hand the House-Elf grasped a small dagger, the dim light in the background reflecting off of the blade. With the dagger within hand the House-Elves face seemed to contort into a deep hesitation. The House-Elf licked its lips before speaking out slowly, almost like he was testing the words on his mouth, “I am going to kill someone.”

The House-Elf spoke again, hesitance laced throughout its words, “I-I am going to kill someone,” the House-Elf paused before speaking again, “I Am Going To Kill Someone.” This time the words came out with a shaky confidence, once more the House-Elf whispered, “I Am Going To Kill Someone,” the voice speaking whispered attempting to convince itself of what he was about to do.

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Indeed, the House-Elf was not in its right mind. Such beings such as House-Elves almost never attack a wizard unless ordered to.

With meticulous steps, the House-Elf left the room filled with weapons and walked into the main hall, it stopped for several moments, a variety of emotions passing on his face before finally a shaky mask of confidence filled its features. With its confidence reaffirmed the House-Elf continued pattering across the floor and up the stairs leading to the master bedroom. The House-Elf stopped in front of the door leading to the bedroom, the door seemed to loom over the small stature of the House-Elf.

The small creature was shaking, its heart was pounding in its chest. The door in front of it seemed grander than anything else in its life. To cross the door meant to begin on a journey that would change, warp, and transform it into something else. The House-Elf stayed outside of the door for what seemed to be hours, abruptly the House-Elf reached up towards the knob of the door, its hands shaking harder every centimeter as it got closer.

The cool metal of the doorknob countered its hot, sweaty hands. With a brief turn of the door handle, and a steady click of the latch releasing that boomed throughout the silent house, the door was open.

The heartbeat of the poor creature thumped in its ears, every step it made towards the bed shook the creatures thin arms. Standing before the bed, the House-Elves sweat dripped down its face, the stress of the situation almost becoming too much for it.

The master slept soundly within the bunk, completely unaware that its life was about to be extinguished by the very creature it disregarded and tortured just earlier that afternoon.

With one last exhale from the House-Elf beside the bed, the dagger was steadied above its master’s neck. With a jerky stab, the dagger pierced the flesh of the sleeping master.

The master woke up with a sharp wheezing noise, hands desperately grasping at the weapon lodged within its throat! Blood pooled out of the sides of the wound, the House-Elf stumbled back, toppling itself onto the floor, staring intently on the weapon it had just used to maim its master with. Horror and disbelief was etched on its face, almost like it could not believe the actions that it had just committed. The gurgling coming from the soon-to-be-dead master slowly stopped over a matter of minutes, the House-Elf did not move from its seat on the floor.

Hours passed, the House-Elf got up slowly, standing on shaky legs he moved slowly towards the corpse lying on the bed. WIth a shaky jab to the shoulder of the body revealed what was already predetermined once the dagger pierced its throat. The master of the House-Elf was now dead.

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Oh god-oh god-oh god-oh god-oh god! What did I just do, why did I do that? I was never a violent person before, I never hit anyone, I never yelled or fought! I don’t understand what I just did! Yes, I planned on murdering him before, but I didn't think that I could actually go through with it! Now he is just dead, he is a sack of meat laying on the bed! I'm a terrible person, I just murdered someone in cold blood. I don’t even feel guilty over killing him, I just feel disgusted with myself for doing it. What is wrong with me, something is wrong with me!

Maybe my soul or whatever got damaged when I came into this body?

Let's go over my memories just in case. Childhood, childhood, teenage years, adult-hood, wait! What is my name? What Is My Name? What are the names of my parents? What do they look like? What do I look like? Who am I?

I think that something broke when I got transmigrated. I didn't think of it before because I read so many novels where everything is fine and dandy. But souls just don’t suddenly get a new body. That is the fact, whatever happened to me is not normal, something happened to me and I am broken as a result. Am I even me? Is what is left of me, even me?

Things are not right, I am not right, I am some sort of bad copy of who I used to be. I don't even know if I have even changed in other ways. I might think that something is perfectly normal until, until forever…

I am never going to know what is right and wrong with me because for all intents and purposes, I am me, this broken shell of what's left of me, is me. I might just think that everything is good because I am so broken, I can never figure out what is wrong. This is my new normal, this shattered mind is my new right, I will never be able to be my old self.

I am Nameless, Faceless, I am no one.