If only they knew. Maybe some already do, but I doubt it. Most people wouldn’t live here by choice if they knew that they walked on thousands of skeletons on their morning commute. The city was built on the backs of slaves and the bodies of those who came before us. It’s a sticky part of history, like so many others, that people just gloss over because it doesn’t fit the image in their mind. History isn’t pretty, it never is. It’s when people choose to forget that it becomes a problem. That’s when it repeats itself. Which is why I’m here. I know the past, and by knowing the past, I know the future. That means I’m the one that has to save the city from destroying itself from the inside-out.