Christopher Graham

From the moment you were born, your life was lived by the principle of "living with all my might." Your parents drank themselves to death, not from alcohol, but from heroin, damn it! Where did they get it in this city? God only knows. After their death, your aunt was given guardianship over you. Even an orphanage would have been much better than hers. Instead of drinking and swearing, she brought her boyfriends to her dingy one-room apartment. And as she said, she didn't give a damn about that little humanoid creature. The first time you saw that slut being forced into bed, you were absolutely stunned. After escaping that apartment, you sat under some bench to at least stay dry. Every day, you wandered around wherever you could, and this led to you getting caught up in bad company, clearly not with a happy ending. At just 16, you became a drug courier, not by choice, of course. And at 27, a hitman. All to somehow make money.