They had chosen me based on my genetics, both my parents were tough, smart, skilled.
They eliminated my parents before I grasped the concept of other people, so I would only know The Grounds.
They trained me, every waking moment spent learning how to fight, how to kill.
They did everything in their power to make me a killing machine, removing every trace of empathy, compassion and human emotion.
They had high hopes for me, and I served them well for many years.
They didn’t expect me to fall in love with Target #135.
I killed them all for her.