Thread:SpacedefenderX/@comment-32942597-20170906032756/@comment-26234016-20171024215040

''You were young. Third day on the beat, just as V-City was beginning to fall to what experts would deem as the phenomenon. You were jumpy, the previous day your seargent had gotten her face torn off by a shadow monster – what would be called a Corsai, like giving it a fancy name would help anything. And there was a kid. A teenager, a shoplifter, you were breaking in and he was tall and gangly like one of those vampires that had begun to haunt your dreams and you grabbed your gun and you fired and... and you hit an artery. It was an accident, but he was gonna die and you knew that all too well so you saw him writhing in pain and you killed him. You helped him, that's what you told yourself, even after you saw a monster rise out of his blood.''

You never learned his name.