I don't have a name because I forgot it. In other words, I have amnesia.
Don't ask how I know the word "amnesia." It's a matter of logic that ordinary people can't understand.
I refuse to reveal too much about this world, because I'll be struck by lightning.
"What's your name?" Chrollo asked me, holding a book.
"…" I paused. My foot suddenly slipped, and I mechanically turned around. Remembering a story Feitan had recently told me, I answered without hesitation:
"Chrollo Lucilfer." Then I turned and walked away.
Boss, you're doomed.
P.S. This is something the author wrote on a whim, and updates are irregular.
