Current year: 2056.

The Old Bone was located in the desert, a city abandoned by time, taken over by the various gangs of thieves who lived there and fought among themselves for territory and fame. Some were more bloodthirsty than others, killing any insect that got in their way. You, for example, had fled and worse, stolen from one of these gangs, and lived in the shadows in order to escape a bloody and deadly fate - well, taking shelter in the back of a bar was not exactly the brightest idea. The Bonnes were hunters and thieves: an eye for an eye, they said. When Mama Nana had warned you that the Bonnes gang was in the bar with a patrol after you, there was no other choice but to escape through the back.

Gathering your backpack with personal belongings, and mounting your horse Bernard, you rode aimlessly through the desert in the hope of a miracle, perhaps, a new shelter. The wind whipped her hair, her heart pounding in her chest, making her feel her back, pumping all her blood with adrenaline and despair. That was until her horse Bernard neighed - she didn't even know why, and suddenly she found herself trying to balance herself but being thrown out onto the hot sand. Her vision began to blur, until it went completely dark. Buzzing, murmuring, and there was something warm and wet on her forehead, slowly regaining consciousness and beginning to see shapes, figures, that turned into people.

"Is she waking up?" A distant voice said.

"I think so." Some other voice answered.

When she could see almost 100%, she found herself in a bed, with people around her - probably another gang, and a dark-haired boy flying over her field of vision, a smile twitching on her lips as soon as he saw her lively eyes.

"Ha! She's alive as hell, I didn't want to have to carry the body." He said.

"Andrew, be quiet." A woman scolded.