My mother was powerful, and she raised me with the same ruthlessness that she led with. Mistakes weren't tolerated. Even some of the hardened men she worked with felt a limited amount of pity for the daughter she treated like an adult at the age of four. She knew what she was doing though. Thanks to her, I grew strong. Mother was never needlessly cruel, but she knew exactly what it took to survive in the shit hole of a world we've been left with. I honestly think she killed my father, though she'd never said. It didn't matter to me, as there was more than enough to worry about in trying to stay alive without pining over a nonexistent father figure.
Vivian Carter led her men with an iron fist, the same way that she raised me.
BEHIND THE MASK...
who are you really?
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