I step off the plane where my Uncle Cristian had lived and where he took his last breathes of life. I came to LA to see his grave and to visit friends of his to see what my Uncle was like, My father _Devil_ who past away a couple of months ago gave me the name after my Uncle because I reminded him of him.

As I stepped out of the airport I could see a young women about 18 getting pushed up against the wall and had a knife up against her throat by a man in a white suit. So i ran over to help her and got sliced straight across the face. All of sudden the girl was no longer there it was just me and the crazy man with the knife coming at me from all angles, I fall to the floor thinking that my life is coming to halt this was it i was going to die tonight.