I grew up in the at the Coast, not too far from Electo. Ah back then it was all bliss, I used to help my father out with his fishing, repair his boat. Yeah, those where the days. But heck that wasn't gonna last was it? Those fucking Chedaki, they had to go and ruin it eh? Well shit, it is all in the past. But what they did to father, I'll never forgive them. Either way life moves on, I moved to Chernogorsk to take up a career in Logistical Engineering. I learnt my fair share on that job, eh I mean it made me who I am today. But again, that wasn't going to last was it? For God knows what reason the gates of hell have opened and dead have risen. I guess things never go my way, ah time to pack up and get moving.