"I grew up in Alaska. Anywhere else still feels hot to me, and I haven't lived there for years. I've traveled the country, mostly avoiding, or helping, local gangs and monsters." He pauses, and taps his fingers in thought. "I'd always known I was different. I'd see monsters, but no one would believe me. I was given my scythe by my father Hades." He smiles sheepishly. "Am I rambling?"