I've been alone as long as I can remember. I was raised in a foster system, until I ran away when I was ten. I never went back.                                                     Well that's the story most people like us will tell you. Not that they will actually tell you anything. You just kind of assume.                                                      I'm from a family of rich assholes, and I DID run away when I was ten. When I was seventeen I met my mentor, Chris, but everyone just calls him "The Mask Collector".  I hope I don't have to explain the meaning behind that name.                                                                                                                                       Chris was killed two years after I met him. One of America's top assassins "Soul Eater" killed him. Whenever Soul Eater killed someone Chris would pretend to be him to get the money. Chris wasn't the best mentor.                Four years later, I'm sitting in a jail cell for a crime I didn't commit. Out of all the crimes I've committed, they pick me up for shoplifting. And I didn't even do it. I have a list of bad things I've done and shoplifting is not on the list.