Hello Alex. My name is Scofield. I spent my entire childhood locked up in a cage. One day I put an end to it. Grabbed the remains of a chicken leg I had for dinner and began carving. Eventually making it as sharp as your basic kitchen knife (I wouldn't know I never had a kitchen). When my mother brought me my macaroni and cheese sandwich (I know. Her poor choice in meals was a key factor in her death) I pulled her wrist in the cage and slit as hard as I possibly can. Her screams of agonizing pain reminded of my childhood. She bled to death a few minutes later. I grabbed her key chain and escaped that hell of A home. Took the first plane available to the furthest place I could go away from that cage. "Altis" they would call it.