I was 15 when I was involved in a spree that killed my mother and everyone else in a small diner on the edge of Chicago. Now,I have changed my name and moved to New York to live with my "father". Who I haven't seen in a decade. I guess, I should make friends right? Who knows, one day I might be popular. For now though, I still don't like human contact at all, even from some little kids. I'm not a sociopath. I swear.