Hello, all. I’m alive! First off, I’d like to apologize for falling off the map. It’s been a strange time.

I have some bad news, and I have some good news. First, the bad news: I will not be continuing Faceless - at least not at this time and in its current iteration. The story started as an exercise to force me into trying to write frequently; unfortunately, an aspect of that was that I threw myself into it with little foreknowledge of the plot, characters, etc. While this was manageable for a time, it only made me become more and more dissatisfied with what I was writing - particularly the characterization aspect of the story, of which there was honestly all but none. I would be more likely to rewrite it than to continue it and it's most likely that the whole thing would become scrapped sans the initial premise and system, were I to go that route.

However, the good news! I am still writing. In fact, I have begun to post a new story only a couple of days ago - a story that has received much more love, care, and planning than Faceless did.

The synopsis of RISEN is as follows:

The city, my city, had once been alive in a way that was hard to describe. Thriving, active, hopeful. Vibrant.

But life, as I had come to learn, sometimes possesses only the most tenuous of grasps. Finally, in the end, it became my city - mine alone.

I was, after all, the only one left.

Worse, it was entirely my fault.

There was red in my ledger that could never be wiped clean.

Not while I still lived, anyway.

This story follows Eran, a man who became the opposite of everything he had ever wanted to be; in a world where superpowers began to appear in a rare few, his lack of control over his own power relegated him to the role of a terrible villain - the Reaper, named so for the countless lives that he absorbed and made his own, each only furthering his deadly lack of control. Gone mad with guilt and isolation, he strove for a single heroic act - his own demise.

Death was less permanent than he hoped. Centuries later, he woke to a changed world and in a body not his own. Unfortunately, his power came with him. Yet this time, things would be different. This time, he had a chance to bring it under control.

He could never truly make up for the things he had done; he could never achieve redemption.

That wouldn't stop him from trying to be a hero.

For those of you who are interested and/or wish to support my new fic:

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/39385/risen

For those who are not interested, I would again like to apologize. I know that, despite my own misgivings, there were many of you who enjoyed what Faceless had to offer. However, it was simply not something I could be satisfied with any longer.