I’m an undead being.
Not a vampire.
Every night at midnight, I reset. Even if I’ve been reduced to ashes the day before, I can return to normal.
My memories don’t reset. I’m just like an ordinary person. Because of that, after living for so long, I’ve forgotten how long I’ve been alive, and I don’t remember why I’m like this.
My nonhuman friends have helped me hide my true identity, one after another.
I’ve lived too long, and life has become too boring. Since I can’t die, I might as well let you humans study me.
Maybe I really will die that way.
