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The only reason I stayed down in this rotting fishtank of a city was because of him. After plasmids were introduced to Rapture's economy, I remember that horrible feeling I got in the pit of my stomach. But Ryan insisted that I stay, saying that I was the original artist of Rapture and that if I left, everything would have been in vain. So, I stayed, because I felt important and because... well, I plain out loved the man. He was the first person to acknowledge my existance beyond newspaper columns and worthless paintings, and of all the worthy artists in the world, he chose me. *a sigh is heard* I went on throughout all of those years, tortured by a love that could never be returned. And as more and more people spliced, less and less people were appreciative of what I did. So, I tried harder, growing more and more frustrated until eventually, I cracked. I locked up Fort Frolic, to keep any reminders of my previous life in Rapture out. I kept my disciples because they were the only things that seemed to be right in my life; I wanted to teach, and they wanted to learn. But they didn't take too kindly to that, and they started to hate me. Now, it's just me and Martin, with Raven and Wilkins popping their heads up every now and then. But last night... *an audible exhale and the creaking of a chair* Last night, was the most confusing night of my life. I don't know if anything is going to change, but if it does, then I pray it's for the better.