I had a mission to accomplish, and leaving the place I called "home" was the hardest decision I had to make. I would walk through the gates of hell to keep it safe and feel honored to be given the chance, feeling only gratitude. But, to be separated from the people I called "family" broke my heart more than anything else could.
I still remember clearly the time I was rescued, I was given love and warmth I never had before. I was given a name, when not a single one felt like it ever belonged to me. I was given everything I needed to be alive, to be a person, a human being. I still remember those days were the happiest time of my life.
I was trained and nurtured to be a man able to stand on his own two feet. Through smiles and tears in my life, I never regretted Charles being a part of it. I devoted all my life to completing any tasks given to me to help him and the organization, and I didn't mind shedding my blood, sweat, and tears.
