Mhm, not really. I was rich, and yet, I lived in a shipping container. I never cared about money.

(it's a little hard to explain, where does he begin? it's such a downer.)

I witnessed something, and I'm... Important to them, but the decision to join was mine. I've been suicidal since I can remember, I thought if I witnessed the worst of the worst, I'd find out why people keep pressing on. Turns out, I didn't find it. When he died, I switched sides, and I've been on the opposite side ever since.