...I was looking for the truth. Found her. I didn't like her. I wish I could forget her to hell now. Alex Mercer. The city suffered because of his mistakes, because of what he did at Penn Station. And, whoever he is, he is a part of me. When I close my eyes, I see the memory of a thousand dead - screaming as I take their lives. Moments that I will relive forever. What have I become? Something less than human. But also something more.