My memories start from when I was ten years old. I had been in a coma before then, and after that, I didn't remember anything. I lived on the streets for a year... maybe two...

Ovan... was the man who took me in. An older brother of sorts. I was picked up by a pair of serial killers and he
killed them saved me.

...He was a cold man, but not a heartless one. Even when he abandoned us, we couldn't hate him... only look for him.