0. Motto

They created who we are. But they now see what they have done. They are scared of us, hell I'm scared of us. Of what we have done and what we will do. I need to escape, but how? I'll always be on the run, always haunted by my past. For when they changed me, they killed me, twisted my soul. I became someone else, something else. But his must be my fate. I am, and always will be, the midnight angel.