[ WP ] The year is 2213 . You 've been illegally picked up in the latest sweep by corporate police on the grounds that you 're a debtor . They have no idea who they 'd just grabbed and thrown in the back of the bus with a simple ziptie around your wrists .

They picked me up, and threw ME into the back of the APC. I had been alive long enough to see the rise of the corporate court to power. I saw the destruction of liberty and humanity before society's unwholesome compulsion to follow the all mighty dollar. As the debt went up, so did the power banks had, which in turn, ended up saddling the previously free with conveniently new shackles. 
 
 I knew that this day would come, I had been training for it for over 163 years. The day where I would have to make a lot of nice people into a lot of mangled corpses and in so doing set a lot of wrongs right. This was the day that I would use all those custom made cybernetics, all that hand-crafted physical enhancement of mine, all the little tweaks I'd made to my own biology, to remind those on top of what it was like to live in fear of those on the bottom. This was when it all came together, two decades of planning on top of my training had led me to this. All I had to do was loose my bonds, ant it would begin. 
 
 For 163 years, they knew me by a different name, sought my services out when a few debtors got that crazy idea that being randomly assigned more debt was illegal and wrong, equivalent to being stolen from. I was the one they went to when they wanted something done quietly, discretely, and so terrifyingly that nobody within 100 miles of the group in question would dare be late on their minimum payments for the next 50 years, not to mention that they would n't dare pay a cent over either. 
 
 I am the Angel of Death, and today, I'm coming for them.
