You don't know me.
Maybe you've heard of Renfield. God, I hope he made it out. Sivio? With any luck he's dragging the final few puffs of oxygen through his lung inserts as I write this. Not that I hold a grudge.
Margey you'll know from the headlines.
The whole thing began with a contraband cybernetic arm. I'd like to say it didn't end with a mouse giving me stink eye in the desert, but perhaps it did.
Do you want to know the rest? Are you sure?