Today I arrived in Candleshire. It's a small town to the north of Ukraine set up by Americans who were sick of the government. I was there for an interview with Braxton Criarman, the Mayor of Candleshire. My name, you may ask? My name was Garret Quins. I had a decent life. Nothing horrible ever really happened to me, at least not often. There was the passing of my father, but that happens to a lot of people, the passing of a loved one. I had been an honest worker. But the past doesn't matter in this story. "Good morning, Mr. Quins," he greeted. "Good morning, Mayor Chairman," I greeted back,