I was born by a river. I was raised by a pack of wolves by that river. Totally unaware of the society around me, I lived in a kind of personal anarchism. I wandered from place to place, carving my name into pillars, buildings and statues. One day I realized that this was all for naught, I had no name. My idea of myself had been handed down to me from some greater power. A dark and mysterious power deep within myself.