Tales of Eden: Burned

Who could predict the trouble I would cause? Certainly not me. After all, I didn’t even know my own name. Roberts must have always known the mayhem I would create. Considering he arrested me more than once, almost as if it were a ritual for us. Most people wouldn’t call me a stand up citizen with my light fingered, sarcastic attitude, and a habit of being nearby when weird events take place. It seems chaos has a way of following me around.
Discovering who (no, no that’s wrong) what I work for, has me running to Roberts for help. Convincing him I’m not clinically insane might be easier than stopping what’s coming. And stop it we must, because New York will never survive the fallout.