Not knowing what to do, now that your body has been stolen, you begin to wander the streets. Your existence has been reduced to nothing but a lost soul. As you wander around town, you can't help but feel frustrated by the fact that nobody even knows that you are there. In anger, you kick a nearby motorbike, causing it to fall over.
"Wow! It must be pretty windy today." You hear a passer by say, completely oblivious to the fact that it was you that knocked the bike over.
Feeling completely degraded, you just keep wandering for hours, feeling as if you no longer have a purpose in this world. Everything that you had has been taken from you. As night falls, you think of somewhere to go. You may be just a bodiless soul now, but you want to have a rest until morning to try to clear your mind.
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