My name is Sara Lee Aramant.
On day, I came home, and my appartment had been raided. The walls torn out, my things destroyed. I stumbled outside, and the building exploded. They say I don't exist. They claim I never existed. The banks forgot who I was, and I cannot get a job. Because I do not exist.
I'm tired of running. I've been running for years.
Today, I want to hurt them.
