Well I've caved in. I can't let my wife and unborn child starve. We're now living in one of the towers, in utter luxury compared to what we'd been reduced to outside the walls. My wife couldn't be happier. Me? I feel sick at even being here. I've sold my soul to the bastard who uses me only to satisfy his artistic side. Deep down I can't help but question how long it will last before we're thrown into the street once again, where we come from. In some ways I wish it would come sooner rather than later.