My world... Well, worlds, really. They have a problem, a kind of invasion, from creatures called the heartless. When they attack you, they rip out your heart, or soul, I guess, and you die. Except sometimes people don't. They dissipate and reform elsewhere, without hearts. Without emotions. We call ourselves Nobodies.
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My world... Well, worlds, really. They have a problem, a kind of invasion, from creatures called the heartless. When they attack you, they rip out your heart, or soul, I guess, and you die. Except sometimes people don't. They dissipate and reform elsewhere, without hearts. Without emotions. We call ourselves Nobodies.