My Psychotic Lover

"After all..." Laine continued, staring into distance. "We're all differentiated by our minds." Xena stared into his eyes that seemed to be looking at something that wasn't there. Something that you could only see through his eyes. "... at least those of us who still have one" *** Diea is the home of thieves. A world filled with people cursed with an ability. The ability to steal memories. Memories with all their emotions, feelings, images, can be stolen by one simple task. Murder. Everyone is born a thief. A thief of memories. Memories with such overwhelming feelings anyone could get drunk off of it if it weren't for the small thread of human decency they tried to live by. That... and the fear of memories that don't give you the feeling you search for. Memories that can cause you so much pain you try to end it all, it consumes your mind until it isn't your own, though it never really was.