At a towering 6’1”, 175 pounds, skin that gleams with each ray, my name is Olaf Sin. I had everything made, a beautiful wife, triplet babies… But I wasn’t ready for it all, I slacked around the house, I was unfaithful to my wife, I screwed everything up. I took everything I could carry, and without saying a word, I left them all behind in hopes I could find the meaning of my life. I left to the only place I knew, where meaning was restored to the meaningless. The Gelug, school of Tibetan buddhism, in Tibet.
I spent 8 years of my life here becoming a monk. 8 years, of meditation, noble work, and finding inner peace. Becoming close with the Dali Lama, he told me my path lay at the shaolin temple, where I was to further train in the arts of kung fu. And train I did. Day and night, I practiced the dance of the ancestors, learning the Mantis and Crane, alongside the tiger and seven punch fighting styles, I thought I had finally found purpose. Until the news spread of an outbreak in Chernarus nobody has ever seen.