I am a collector. And I'm not collecting stamps... But I lost everything! Collection, body, your world! Woke up in some enclave. I have 20 coppers, I am a bastard, deleted from the Birth Book, and the bandits want to exchange me for a bag of potatoes. The skull exclaims joyfully: - Congratulations, master! Start over! By the way, you have ten years of life! And just don't look in the mirror, it... Well, I warned...