Date: Unknown… Year: 2452

Time: 23:14:56

My name is Drake Vorhelos, also known as ‘Grim’.  I deal with problems; problems money can’t solve.  I am given a name, a time, a place, and a price; that’s all I have ever needed.  As the years went by and the blood on my hands turned to dust, I looked onto the path I had tread.  Looking for a sign that all my actions were for some kind of greater good… all that I found were hundreds of skeletons, lining the pathways of my memories.  Taunting me, haunting me, praying for my mercy as they are left there to rot.  As their flesh leaves their bones, I have to throw myself back into reality, before I get pulled into the hell I had created on this plane of darkened existence. 

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As I bring myself to, I find myself laying on the edge of a skyscraper peering into the filth-encrusted sky, waiting for that one fateful ray of light to break through and maybe relieve me of some of this pain.  It is in vain; a cold, dark rain had befallen City 13, like any other day in this death-infested place.  The soot-soaked raindrops fall across my visor and down off the plates on my shoulders, leaving small trails of shiny metal exposed to the elements.  As I sit here, I can only think that my actions may have caused this future to fall upon the innocent citizens of City 13.  All I know now is that somebody wants me dead, and I want answers.  I pick myself up off the ledge and wipe off my visor, as I look down upon the streets below, filled with scrambling ants and dark racing figures.  I braced my legs against the edge of the building and I leaped into the darkened sky, only to fall towards the forsaken streets below.   But I started to wonder, as the world flew by, that maybe the answers are not in what lies beyond me but what was left in the past…