...I grew up in the Backstreets. The poor parts of the City, where government presence is minimal and gangs battle for control of each area. Every day you had a chance of being killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that was just how it was. You could never let your guard down even for a second.

When I started work at L Corp, I saw coworkers die every day, because it was cheaper for the company to replace them than to try to make things safer for its employees. I can't count how many times I've had to step over corpses while working. You don't get a chance to mourn, and you don't get to be at less than a hundred percent at your best or you risk being the next one to be killed.

I don't know how to convince myself that I'm safe, and I'm not going to be killed if I let my guard down just a little.