My story begins in 2008. The first 19 years were relatively irrelevant to who I am now. I just left Sixth Form having a relatively normal life. I went on to work in an apprenticeship to become an accountant and moved in with my new girlfriend in a new flat we brought in St Dunstan's, Canterbury. Eventually, his girlfriend bought a new item for us. See, for a long time, my girlfriend has been pretty unsatisfied with the time we spent in bed, the item she brought was a pair of handcuffs. She introduced me to the world of BDSM, each time she brought something else relating to it, and I fucking loved it. I was being thrown down a well due to it, the further I went into this "world", the more I couldn't help myself. I ended up being called Switch because of it. Shortly after those events, I started visiting my grandmother, who was Chernarussian, as she was on her deathbed. She died when I was 25. After her death, I found out that I inherited her estate in Chernarus so I left with my girlfriend until the apocalypse happened where she died of the infection. Her death, especially to something so inhumane, drove me crazy as well as the thought of all my other relatives that could be close to death. I've been using drugs for a long time, but when this happened, I started using weed and coke more often than not.