Although the times have changed for The Forlorn, a memory of hope keeps them going.
Spare a little hope? Any amount will do.
Hope has become a luxury and foreign feeling to The Forlorn. What do you think the Great Big Machine does with their hearts?
Darkness Cometh…
They didn’t always have holes.
Whispers, the darker side of The Forlorn’s world.
Questioning stares of the heartless.