Reborn as the child of an average family in a little place called Broken Bow in Nebraska, I grew up in the most normal way possible without ever revealing my past life memories. It was not as though I was afraid or scared of this but rather that if I faked being a genius, it would end up biting me in the ass later on. This was the States, not good ol’ Europe.

The 1st of January 2027, the start of a new year, the beginning of new promises, new hopes, new dreams.

Just like many others, I too believed that I would finally have the chance to turn my life around yet... here I was... hanging on for dear life by a piece of broken rebar sticking out of the cracked pavement of the Golden Gate Bridge. My left arm was limp, broken and my right leg was pulsing with pain, my vision was blurry, and my breathing was heavy. Another piece of rebar was sticking out of my stomach.