I am a Big Daddy. A simple guardian of Little Sisters born of the flesh of a part time artist and head security officer turned Rebel in the Raptures civil war. My curse was to become the backbone of Andrew Ryans Little Sister program and the thing I hated most of all. The single thing that I kept was my memories of before the time unlike the others who are now simple automatons of flesh and diving suit. I live but to what ends do I work for? The Rapture dream is dead and we are but custodians to the leviathan in its death throes.