The start of the marks began when I was only thirteen and my mother brought me in for my birthday we lived in the air called Columbia she lead me into a dark room with only a ceiling lamp that looked like it was hanging by one wire. An man in a dark robe extended his right hand outwards wanting mine, my mother guided my left hand to the man once he had possession of my hand he took a sponge out of the basin in front of both of us and washed my hand. At that point I had no idea what was going to happen I was filled of shock from the masked man and betrayal from my mother he started to talk about how that I have been baptized and forgiven of my sins and that I shall be only know by my first name Chris and that for me to when I get older find the one that needs me most. I looked at him like he was a murder then that's when he reviled his face he was an old man with white slicked back hair, and a bushy beard and his name that was whispered was "Comestock". I was escorted outside to live the rest of my life until eighteen wondering to do something but once I hit eighteen a small wooden chest was delivered for my birthday, inside was given a piece of paper that written on it was the name of a women and her picture clipped on. The lady in the picture was blond straight long haired,crystal blue eyes, and wore a red dress. On the back of the picture said "This is the one that seeks your help and was spoken of" signed Comestock the last two items inside the box was a handgun that looked like the mauser and a map of where to locate the woman and this is where my adventure started.