Vincent looked at her, then at the mask that he was holding in his lap. "No, I use to.. My parents had taken a flight over to Taiwan to do some work.. Their plane crashed and they didn't make it. Till then, it was very difficult for me to do anything, because I was young at the time, about 10 or 12 I believe.. Not quite old enough to work.. And if so, not paid enough.." He sighed, looking up at the sky now. "The bank ripped my home from me, tried to put me into a orphanage... I wouldn't accept it. Because families go for a younger child so it's easy to bond with. Me, I was too old for that. It would be near impossible.."<br/><br/>His thumb rubbed against the top of the cat mask. "At that time, I also had a hard time trying to live on the streets. There were just too many gang organizations, hard for me to pick a spot to live on my own without them claiming it and beating me up.." He turned his head to look at Liz, then back at the mask and then up at the sky. "I decided to try and do something about it. I bought this mask at a Pawn Shop, the one down the street... Had it with me ever since.. Used it to conceal my identity when I chose to beat up those gangs... It's a little bit safer now, and I'm free to move around as I please.. But no place is as safe as I wished it were..."