Edward Chang was a doctor who ventured forth to Chernarus, shipped onto Chernogorsk and on one of the humanitarian forces sent to aid the region which is crumpling from a virulent infection that is rapidly building. However, as the story went, it soon turned to naught, and Mr Chang found himself alone, with no pistol training, and only rudimentary training with a scalpel. Making his connections, he soon made his friends and set up a suitable trading system in the neighbouring system of Zelenogorsk, close to Green Mountain, a well-known trading hub. A medic, he bartered and traded his medical aid in exchange for food, water and some protection as he milled from group to group. Until he got curious. They wore masks. They spoke funny. He only wanted to help them. He went over to render medical assistance. He thought that they could be saved. Never turn away people who needs aid and they were begging for his aid. They maimed him. They changed him. They took his kindness and spat on it. Edward Chang was no more. Now. He rather goes by his surname, Chang. Edward was a man who seeked to aid others. Mr Chang? He does not want the barbaric way of killing anyone. All he wants is to talk to people, spin webs..and one day find the perpetrators. But until then, he wonders the land of Chernarus, meeting as many people as he can, talking to them, being their liason, travelling along lands....from the East to the West.. His name is Mr Chang and it is a pleasure to meet you.