I've remembered a little of my life before I came here. It was a little turbulent at times, but ... I had it really good. A lot of people here, I've realised, come from really desperate or dangerous situations. The sort of thing where, you could understand easily and perfectly why they'd come here. But my life ... doesn't seem to be anything like that. It's peaceful, and privileged, and normal.
I guess-- I'm afraid of finding out ... what terrible thing changed that. It must have been terrible, or I wouldn't be here, right?