This is my home. Or it was until I decided to leave it. The decision wasn't a hard one for me. It was a choice between life and death. I chose life. I chose life because I'm a bad person, who has done bad things. I'm not going to list them for you because there's too many to list. I am however going to tell you the one worst thing I may have done. The one thing that made leaving my home a choice of life or death. I killed my best friend in cold-blooded murder. And in the time coming I will do worse things. Much worse things.