They named the city after him, you know.
Nunlus City. “Nunlus” being how they said None Lost, a handful of centuries ago. He’s very old, you know. We don’t know how old, because no scientist has ever got civic permission to take so much as crumb off him for testing.
I don’t think he knows who we are, or at least, he never needs to ask. But every man, woman, and child in the city knows that he knows where they live.
We teach it to our children, now. “If you ever get lost, ask the statue in the big square. He knows where you live.”
It sounds sinister, I suppose. “He knows where you live”. But when you’re five, and your face is covered in tears and snot, and the world seems very big…well, it’s a comfort, knowing he knows.
And so nobody, not even the children, get lost in Nunlus City.