That man... well, screw him. It's the doctor's fault that he found himself in this predicament. Or is it a blessing in disguise? Now the 'good' doctor couldn't reach him - no-one could. Now he got a whole new playground with powers included!

Oh God, the powers... the views! (The residents could be less annoying, though)

Forest Benedict Riddle is tired... so very, very tired. This is the perfect opportunity to find... something, anything. Rage? Burnt out ages ago. Sorrow? Nothing but dull memories and a vacant 'ache'. Joy? Well, the thrill of discovery will do, and the occasional hunt...

Hmm... politics? Countries on the verge of war? Now we are getting somewhere.

Entire countries made of clouds? Sold.

Sociopath? Not really, just apathetic. Human? Less than, and yet, more. Monster? Sure.

Empath? He admits that was a serious goof.

When you feel everything around you... how do you know what is yours? Can a burned out husk lose himself?

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