When It all began... I can only remember a few things. The tattoos that cover most of my body are the only link to my past that I can grasp. When Clara discovered me lying by the vast ocean, half dead she said, I was barely there, my body was ripped to shreds, a flutter of a distant heart beat keeping me alive. Then I started again, I rebuilt myself..a little...I don't really know who, or what I am. My past is hidden, closed within the depths of my soul.