I used to be a regular person, like you right now. Normal.. That's in the past now.
They say that life is unpredictable, chance and luck deciding what'll happen to you every second of the day. What happened to me wasn't luck. Divine justice the church would call it nowadays; God had nothing to do with it either.

I call myself Jaunt these days, a fitting name; I can't remember what it used to be. Richard, Robert, anything, probably a male name. I'm trying to remember, get me back, what they stole from me.

I think it happened on the way to, somewhere, university, yes. I used to study at one. I didn't know then that one of the stations my train was supposed to stop turned into a Dungeon. The damn thing didn't stop for hours, dropping everyone in it in the middle of Hell. No.. Not Hell, that would mean there was a God that had something to do with it.

The things I've seen there are enough to make your hair stand on end, curl, turn white and then fall out. I think I went crazy there, I'm not sure, I feel sane. Apart from the way I look.

They came rather fast, took the passengers with them, whole or in pieces, they didn't care. They did things with them. I remember an old lady that sat in front of me, when I saw her again she was fused with a vendor machine of sorts, tempting me to stick my hand in the slot where the snacks were deposited. After I killed her I found about fifteen right hands in there.

I remember Her. She was the one who did this to me, told me things, and taught me things. Things humans weren't supposed to know. She said that she was a 'Heart', that humans in armor carrying guns would be here soon to kill her. But she also told me that 'They' made her. 'MEC', that was the word she used a lot.

I think I loved her, in the end; she was the only nice thing in the entire place. I hid when the MEC came and destroyed the dungeon, turning the place back into a normal train station. I think I cried when she died, she must've loved me too.

I can do things now, Dungeons think I belong in them when I enter. Must be because of Her. I've been learning a lot about 'Them' too, most are good. They try to help even when they don't know their bosses are bad.

I think I still hate Dungeons, that's why I try to help Adventurers who go in to kill them. But I think, I may be looking for Her, hoping that She will be back someday.

I am called Jaunt, and I'm searching for the one who has Me.