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My name is Christina Strong, and this is my story. I won’t bore you with the details of where I was born, or how I grew up; I don’t recall any of it anyway. I don’t remember the first boy I kissed, or my mother’s face. I have forgotten bedtime stories, walks with my father and going to college.

This is the story of the things I do remember, of my adopted sire and close friends. Of love both lost and found. Of the man I dearly care for and how I almost lost him completely to final death. Of course, death is usually final for most people, but as a certain cocky Brujah bastard once told me, we aren’t exactly ‘people’ now, are we?

I sit on the roof of my apartment building with Luke Thomas at my side. I look down at the real people walking the streets of Las Vegas. The lights are bright here as I record my tale, but they weren’t always so bright.