My life has been a succession of kicks in the teeth. I took that to mean I needed stronger, harder teeth.

I got caught in an Iron Wind storm years ago and still bear the strange scars. You can't see them, because I never take off my clothes unless it's pitch dark, but they're there. At best, you might notice me limping some times.

When I awoke after the storm, I found myself in a dark place, half embedded in an ancient apparatus, no longer the person I had been. I got myself free, felt sorry for myself, and picked myself up.

I've been in the dark for a long time, and though I meet people from time to time and have even made a few friends, I feel better when nobody can see me. It helps that light physically hurts me.