Pluvioville

Drack wakes up in the rainy town Pluvioville. It was raining hard just a few minutes ago. Cold air tingles and gnaws. His joints feel ghastly frozen. Things seem weirdly…blank, thought Drack. He tries to remind himself of everything.

His name

His age

His home

His hair…

Out of muscle memory Drack lifts his hands for the hair... Then his hands land on nothing. His head is missing. All that is there, hanging on his neck, is a blood-stained palmful of flat flesh, and a vague slip of hindsight sensation  of a running blade.

Here he stands, now, on the greyed-out streets of Pluvioville. Looking for...

A head.