Year:1958

He stood there alone in Apollo Square, unaware what to plan next. As much as he was the leader in all of this, he seemed quite lost.. Unable to keep his thoughts into track.. what if his people remains to suffer? Will they ever be treated right? Will they truly be stuck here to serve and to please the rich with their hard work? Will they truly live the life expected here in Rapture?

"And they say I'd destroy this shining city of theirs.." he muttered to himself.