If you’re here, then you read my Last Letter, and you understand the absolute nightmare you’ve lived for the past eleven lives. Eleven. I still can’t believe I’ve had eleven folies.

No matter. It’s time to move on, and I’ve outgrown the Flavinsky soulname. Sivon and I studied my soulid—FLVZK3Y—and came up with ElevenKey. F becomes E, Z becomes N. Eleven folies, born on 11/11, something about the number eleven seems significant. The key. ElevenKey fits.

But ElevenKey isn’t exactly easy to say. So we shortened it to Elk. Still getting used to it after being called Shepherd for nearly two years, but I like it. If you don’t, you have my permission to pick something different.