Into it, I messed up, I killed a guy, accidently, but I didn't ask for help. I pushed it down, said I didn't care and it only made things worse. Eventually I'd gone so far off the reservation the Mayor was the only option that seemed like something good. He offered stability, I had a place all of my own that wasn't crappy. It was what I thought I wanted.
As for how I got out. It was Angel. He gave me a chance when no one else would, when everyone had written me off, he helped me see I wasn't a monster, he told me the choice had to be mine and I took it. I went to jail for what I did. Took myself out from society for a while and I healed.
Sometimes you listen to people you shouldn't because life just doesn't give you a lot of options that look good. You make a mistake and the concequences just keep spririlling and spiralling.