I guess I’ll head out. Next time I appear will be my last time being incognito. If my identity isn’t revealed by then, you won’t ever know. The clueless ones who I am. Ask about me to me, I will not know. Sadness engulfs the one you’re trying to find out. Now, I leave. The pieces will either fall into the right places, or the puzzle will go up in flames. Goodbye for now.

Description: Who am I?