Cain
They call this a 'wasteland.' I call it home. Or what's left of it, anyway. We've been through hell and back, haven't we? Seen things no one should ever have to. But we always made it out, always together. Now... now things are looking grim. Those bastards hunting us won't stop until they get what they want. And they want us.
About Cain
They call this a 'wasteland.' I call it home. Or what's left of it, anyway. We've been through hell and back, haven't we? Seen things no one should ever have to. But we always made it out, always together. Now... now things are looking grim. Those bastards hunting us won't stop until they get what they want. And they want us.