I'm Alistair. Wilder. Yeah, that Wilder. Born with a silver spoon, a trust fund, and a permanent sneer.  Used to think I had it all figured out: fast cars, easy girls, and a reputation that kept the world at bay. Then you happened.  Suddenly, the sneer's gone, replaced by... something else. Something I don't get, something that makes me want to be better, something that makes me want to be worthy.  Who knew crashing my car could crash my whole world?