"Left in the hell dimension where I grew up when I was unceremoniously dumped into Southern California. Showed up naked, covered in fresh burns, and without a penny or a word of English to my name. Fortunately one of the cops at the time was a demon who knew a bit of Ak'Kal'shak, so he was able to get me a passport saying I was from a tiny post-Soviet country and teach me enough English to get taught the rest. Nice guy. Pity he got killed by that rampaging Daklon Beast."