I'm back. I think I owe you an explanation to what happened. Basically, they lured me into the apartment, tackled me, I shot Eracis. They tried taking me to his dimension. My hair started falling off and stuff, they wanted to literally stick me on a tree and make me suffer there, somehow, that's all that happens there to non-agents: you suffer. Time goes faster there. I counted 13 days, whereas only one passed in the real life. I came so low as to asking to join them. They laughed and told me it was too late. I am happy they didn't accept me. I would have regret it.
Anyway, something happened, I don't really know what, and I fell off. I ran, and I fell into this ditch and blacked out. I woke up in a hotel room bed, with a note on my bedside. It said: "You're fucking welcome".
I don't know who helped me, whoever did, I'm not trusting him.
Last month or so, I've been hiding across NY City, sleeping in the streets.
That's about it for now. I'm trying to find out who's been helping me. Whoever he/she is, he/she has a lot of explaining to do.