The Report Card I carried was sparingly bare. It has to be. Each of my lives was increasingly more mysterious.

My karma was exceedingly high for someone with barely any information. I am constantly stopped by security personnel looking to get higher in the next run. In Gatherings where people can find previous connections and people who were important to them, some dangerous characters always seem to find me.

Some can remember their past lives but not me. Those who can are common but are always fascinating. And so many who do seem to remember me.

They beg me for answers or thank me for getting them off the path they were headed. A former dictator that ruled some ancient kingdom approached me with fear in their eyes, stating that they hoped that I would stay dead. They blamed me for ruining their lands and ending their people.

The most intriguing part of my Report is that my appearance rarely changes, at most changing every dozen lives. I don't get even feelings about my past lives but I'm known around the world.

There's someone who can help recall past lives, but they refuse to see me. They tell me that they can't help but I know they can, they've done it before for many important figures.