As a rule, I never get involved with human affairs. I keep to myself. Because they would never understand me. It began with the experiment. My name is Markus, and my parents were highly reviered researchers. They came up with many inventions which they never shared with anyone else other then the city they lived in. I don't remember where I lived at that time. I only remember a...lamb. I don't know why of course. Lambs aren't usually things people associate with cities. Anyway, the experiment. They had just discovered something called "tears". I don't remember what happened but I assume I lost one of my fingers in one. My right index to be accurate. Then an explosion, and I woke up in New York in a crater. Immdiately I noticed the local law enforcers honing in on me. Suddenly, I felt something. It felt strong, powerful. And it seemed to know me. It opened and I saw another world. Looked much better then the present circumstances, so I went in. This is how it began.