I am Jet, or so they say. I don't really know who I am anymore. Due to a tragic accadent of gasoline and flames; my memories all crumbled and were swept away in the wind. Nothing remains of my past. No records of the family who perrished in those flames, not the house i used to live in, no friends, nada, blank page. A big mental scar burriedd under layers upon layers of lies.... it's imposable to remember. My hardwear's been wiped clean.
Luckly my life was spared. My first memories were made that night; the light of the fames, the sound of my own screams, and the sensation of fear and panic and confusion.... then I witnessed the bravery of some one, willing to risk their life for a stranger, and the warmth of their arms as they sheilded me from the explosion. I was saved, it's evedint i wouldn't have survived to this day alone.... but little did I know that I'd also signed myself to the devils contract as I ran hand-in-hand that night untill my lungs ached and my knees gave out.
I was already being reprogrammed.