"Okay, let's start with this. I'm here, sitting next to Tench's apartment balcony.
My name is Daniel Scutch, and I admit that my past is quite long. Everything starts in 1974, the year where I was born, in Australia. My father, Duncan, is the only one that can take care of me after my mother's decease. He had a special job: he was inside a little agency that made non-human people not to interact with humans. In the seventies, non-humans had not to be mentioned in public, because all of them were hidden under the government's arms, so a friend of my father, Dimitri Sazimov, created this agency to protect non-humans and avoid their association with human society.
However, this idea was not the only one related to non-human people. Another guy called Vladimir Keanloth proposed the execution of all of them, and although his proposal was rejected and replaced by Sazimov's agency, he created his own gang with the Torissos, two famous brothers from U.S.A's militia and Frederick Stein, a scientist. These two ideologies crashed when Sazimov murdered Nenn Torisso, creating a war. Keanloth along with Nenn's brother, Dup, gained their revenge making an attack in Paramaribo, killing all the agency's integrants... including my father. After this, Keanloth made agreements with both U.S.A. and U.S.S.R. and created the Torisso Squadron, a bloody gang that killed non-human people.
Now, speaking about myself, I grew up by my own and I lived alone in my whole childhood. I found out my father had died eight months later, and that fact destroyed me. I was about to commit suicide but I discovered a job that could save me from my hell... Enlist in the Torisso Squadron, one of the worst mistakes of my life.
This does not work. I feel I'm not doing anything with this. -Tench.- I tell my friend. -This thing that you told me to do does not work. It does not calm me.-
My friend Tench appears. A young, thin kid with dark hair, green eyes and a metallic arm. -Well, Daniel.- he says. -Your past is way longer and more complex than other people's. However, you need to keep writing... I used to write my own autobiographies and my stress disappeared during that moment...-
-It does not work for me.- I answer while drinking a cup of tea. He sighs and grabs some money that's on the kitchen's table.
-I will buy something to eat... Do you wanna come with me? It will be good for you... You haven't got out of this house for... 2 months?-
-Five weeks, Tench. Don't be stupid.-
-Come on, Daniel... Go out, breathe, meet new people. Don't get stucked in the past, think about your present, your future... Have you ever thought about doing something in your future?-
I get up from my chair and I enter to the balcony. I look at humans, non-humans. Everyone is doing something that's worth for their lives.
-You don't know, right?- says Tench. -Please, get that black suit off, shave and go out with me.-
I get out from the balcony and I look myself in the mirror, only to realize I am completely destroyed: my black hair is disheveled and I haven't shaved for days. My face comes with some massive eye bags and pale skin. Now I know why in my Torisso Squadron's days my nickname was The Pale Man.
Maybe Tench is right, I should go out... I go to my room and I grab some decent clothes: a black t-shirt and some jeans, something that Tench would use. My eyes hurt because I haven't seen the sun for weeks, so I put on some sunglasses. Once I finished dressing up, I look at a newspaper in my room that says: "Daniel Scutch, The Hunter of Opponents. Real or Legend?"
-Finally you get out of this freakin' house!- he says to me. I get out of the room and look at the door's number: 4G. I haven't seen it for months.
Tench and I enter to the elevator. After all these days, I will finally go outside.