The time before I became a Next was a long time ago, and easily forgotten, for good reason at that. Back then, I was a rogue traveler. I had no home, no friends, no family, I would wander the streets looking for food to snag or a bit of change. Suddenly, all of this changed in one day, in one horrific event. One day, I was minding my own business when I happen to see a very large, expensive looking container just sitting there, as if it was a sign from above! Of course, being quite hungry and very greedy I run up to check the contents, and it contained money! Amazingly enough someone left a very large box filled with cash, just sitting there on the ground. I slowly began to scoop it all into my jacket, when I noticed a card at the bottom with a name and a company logo on it... seeing they lost this on the road, I figure there might be a greater reward for returning it, so I went off to find out who I need to return it to.

It was a long walk, but I eventually arive at the buildnig... "Pax Economica". I slowly approached the door and it opened, and a bright light shined from inside. Very carefully I stepped into the doorway and saw a receptionist sitting at the desk. At that point I casually walked up to the receptionist and asked if anyone in the building had lost something, and then I pulled out the box. Quickly, before I could realize she yelled something into a communication thing, and I was rushed by guards! Attempting to get to the door, I was quickly surrounded and heard a thud of a club hitting the back of my head. I was out cold.

A day later I awoke in a dark and dreary cell, wondering what I had done and of my captors. Nothing was there, I tried to scream but it seemed as if no one was around. Around three hours later, a person in a suit arrived and looked me over, he then said something asking had I known what the box was, I said "No." He then said that I was captured by mistake, and then asked if I needed a job, he said it was risky but the pay was good. Before hearing anything else, I said yes and accepted... everything past then is pretty blury thanks to the drugs I was injected with to boost my reaction times. Months have passed, yet I still have a lump on my head from that damned club.