Cyrus Mazari

[Cyrus Mazari]

I black out - well, not often, but sometimes.  I'm not entirely certain why this happens, what it means, or if these questions really even matter.  I just know that...it happened at the wrong time.  No, I wasn't driving...I was with someone.  "Was" being the operative word.

When I came to be on the hills just outside of Los Santos, it was all flashing lights.  My forehead was bleeding, my car was gone, and there was yellow tape surrounding a black mass in the tall grass.  Officers were taking photos and examining the area around it.  I was taken into the station, asked some questions that I don't really remember.  I was then dropped off at home where I lived alone.  I slept...and slept.....and slept.

The next couple of years following the tragedy were difficult for me.  I spent time down in Vice City...training to be a cop.  Finally, with my badge in hand, I moved back home and gained the courage to walk back into the station I was interrogated in.

"I'd like to protect and serve."