My skin is the paint. I am the portrait of agony.
My name is Tesla... but I cannot speak my name aloud. There is no one else like me. I am totally uncontested and damnably unique. My body is the distilled perfection of pain. Even in my mother's womb, before I took my first breath, there was pain.
No one sees what I see. They cannot look past the second atmosphere. They don't know about the currents and moods of the dark elements. They have never felt the wind in the dangerous grey of the Everpath.
I walk alone through maps of other worlds. Searching for the answer... Hunting the last puzzle piece to make my machine of safety impenetrable.
I carry Regia on my back. If I fail... we all die.