It had been 7 weeks ago he had last time heard someone speaking.

And of course it would be more. The voice in his head couldnt be real after all.

It was only a hallucination, as he should suspect, considering that he had nothing left to live for and lived in the sewer system of a old western town that was only inhabited by big smelly rats. 

The voice had said he should prepare, prepare for somthing- in 7 hours?

But that was almost done already, so-

[Teleporting suicide possibility to the realm of ERROR.]

[Teleporting in. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1...]

You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

[Teleporting completed. Brace for labding.]

And then everything went black...

He awoke with a feeling of disgust as he noticed that his leg feeled healed.

Had someone given him drugs?

Even weirder, he actually didnt feel his legs anymore at all. He looked down to where his legs should be, but- there was nothing... 

What the fuck was going on?

[Hello suicide possibility $23321. You have been chosen to become a shadowborn, thus giving you what you wanted! Being a shadowborn IS suicide after all.]

[Activating system in possibility $23321, please stand by.]

[System activated, please check your 'Status' to continue. After checking your status you will be released from parylasiacion. Good luck shadowborn, may you forever scream.] 

Huh? 

Status, he shouted

[Status:]

Name: Marc jurkung

Level: 1

Class: N/A

Profession: N/A

Race: shadowborn(raceborn traits: shadow stealth[ancient])

Strength: 3 

Dexterity: 5 

Agility: 7

Intelligence: 8

Wisdom: 35

Skills: Identify[common]

Well that was cool. 

He had to get going though...

He didnt like the feel this forest gave him...