It was winter in the Last City when I lost my eyes. It was cold, cloudy, and dry that day. The snow that remained on the streets had frozen the night before when the temperature dropped. Our vehicles were barely warm by the time we pulled up at our raid target site. I’d been a member of the LCPD for five years at that point—a member of Armed Response Team for three of those. The idea of kicking down doors while wearing body armor was no longer exciting and cool to me, but the hazard pay was good. With a
