A man grows up on the streets and eventually becomes a convicted murderer. A scientist makes him an offer he seemingly can't refuse.
Chapter Description: The story begins in the protagonist's flat.
I never planned anything much in my life really. I sat there staring out of a murky window in my cheap flat. It wasn’t big but was very well furnished. I promised myself when i got deep enough into this shit that if it wouldn’t be for nothing. Plasma screen, shag carpets and luxurious leather furniture. The windows remained murky though which i liked as they seemed to be a shield from the outside. A lot like myself in some ways, i always dressed nicely but between me and the outside existed this shield of filth. The life i had gotten myself in did me no favours. I took another drag of my cigarette and lined another bump up on my coffee table. I had to do something tonight. I had already been paid and the job was dirty. Not dirty enough to turn the money down but neither was anything for me these days. I thought back to what got me here with a heavy head full of drugs and a loaded gun in my hand.