Current Location: I'm not even sure, i've been running for a long time... i'm everywhere, in the Airwaves.
Current Status: Alone. Worried... haven't been able to communicate with anyone. Lost but still breathing... Always armed, with gun in hand, ready to ghost anyone. Nothing is safe anymore.
Look Alive, Killjoys. Die with your mask on if you've got to.
“Tearing through the light of your horizon I try to find a way to screw my head on right Tell me to confess but I have no regrets You’ve got me by the neck”