Achilles sighs. ''Well. I never met my mum and dad. Then...I went to an orphanage where I was beaten. Broken. Abused. Both physically, and mentally. One day...3 older boys were beating me up. Then something happened. I set the entire place on fire and burned it all down. Killing everyone. I have been on the run ever since. I usually don't stay in one place for too long. I move around. Cover my track. Leave no evidence or tracks, hence gloves at all times and sunglasses when my hood isn't up.....I trained in martial arts, black belt. 3rd dan. I then learnt to become a ghost. How to hunt, survive of anything.... I learnt to survive with one hour's sleep. I learnt to move silently without leaving a trace. I urr.... Guess my life isn't the best. I have been attacked, and hunted all my life. Hence my usual silence and mysteriousness...I earned this scar. The one on my face, from a knife thrown at me. I dodge, however it hit a fuel tank which exploded and shrapnel hit my face. My entire right arm isn't bone. Its a half metal half organic alloy. Same for my 7th, 2nd,1st, and 8th rib. I happened in a car crash. A car hit me, crushed my arm between a truck, the car and a wall. I slipped into a coma...Which almost killed me. I left and lived in the sewers since...Surviving. Hiding. Running. Fighting.'' he said. He looked around again. Then back at Luna.