People say that who we are defines us. If you grow up badly, you'll be a bad guy. Have a good upbringing, and it's all rainbows and sunshine. Those people don't know crap. Just because you've had a bad start to life, doesn't mean you're the villain. Sometimes it makes you the only hope to save the day.


My life's pretty much like a bad drama movie. I used to be a happy child, born to Hannah and William Simmons in the city of Blackwater. My parents loved me, especially my mother. All in all, it was a good life. But when do good things ever last?

At the age of five, members of the biggest gang in the city busted into my home, holding us at gunpoint and, thanks to the universal rule of 'wrong place, wrong time,' they shot at me, only for my mother to jump to my rescue, losing her life in the process.

From then, my life went down the drain. My dad blamed me for her death, constantly reminding me and punishing me for it. It got to a point where I actually believed him, making me cut my wrists and watch the blood flow.

Then I met Michael Davidson. Unlike most kids our age, he wasn't scared of me, not afraid to be seen with me in public. We fell in love, as kids do, and had a complicated relationship for two years. Even though it's over for us as a couple, we still hang as friends. When you're me, any friend you make is worth a lot.

He helped me get my life on track. If you met me on the streets, I'd just look like your regular goth girl with long black hair, black clothes and dark personality. What you wouldn't know is I've been learned martial arts, taken up urban exploration, anything to give me an edge over the Black Stars.

The Black Stars are the assholes that killed my mother, made me live a crappy life for eleven years and give everyone a hard time. Police have a hard time dealing with them, which means there's a higher crime rate than most cities. Except Empire City, but it went to hell in a hand basket a long time ago.

Now guess what. Terrorists have set up shop here in Blackwater. Same guys from Empire City, called the First Sons. They basically own the forest isle, setting up a lab there and pumping their waste into the water. Plants are getting sick and twisted, infected by whatever they're pumping out there. No-one wanders into the woods here, and those that do aren't seen again.

And to top it all off, the cities under lockdown, no-one in or out, all because of the 'biological threat'. Practically like Empire City all over again. And as you'd expect, I'm right in the middle of it, kicking Black Star ass, dealing with usual teenage crap and trying to survive the new quarantine. My name's Miranda Simmons, and get ready for the ride of your lives. Sure as heck know I wasn't.