Entity: Kingdom of the Faceless Ruler
I've always been one to keep my head down. I stay out of the way and bow to the will of those who request it. It's kept me alive my whole life, but it also destroys my mentality a little bit each day. I hide away in the face of danger, and then cower when confronted by the consequences of my idleness. It was recently that I was pulled from my comfortable shadows and into the light of the real world, an existence both exiting and frightening. I have mixed feelings about this world.
I'll never forget the event that ripped me from my dark corners. It was early morning, and the self-proclaimed ruler of the city strolled through the streets. It was the man quite simply and aptly named, The Entity. This moniker came about upon his first appearance in the city, six months ago. He strolled through, wearing a shroud over his face. Everyone knew he was a dangerous man, simply from the way he walked. He never spoke, he didn't have to. He appeared reserved, silent, but most of all, powerful. An uneasy feeling followed his every step, leaving passerby to shiver in his menacing presence.
As he strolled through the streets, he stopped to look at me; at least I think he looked at me. It was hard to tell. Not long after, I was the jumping point for every rumor to circulate the city streets. soon my own moniker arose from the rumors, though much less intimidating, I was simply known as The Watched One. A silly moniker, but nevertheless, it brought me from a humble man hiding in the shadows to a legend among those who walk the streets. The name of the city by the way is Harrow, and the year is 2617.