Your lying in an alley, your small body beaten, bloodied, and drugged. Your head is propped against some trash and your vision is blurry. You can't really move. Uou had gone though the unthinkable, something no one- let alone a child- go through.

You've never had a good life, being so young, too. You're in a shady area of your big city. You would move out, but you were already forced to learn how to survive, how to live in this wretched place.

You didn't have to go to school, because well.. you lived alone. No one wanted to go near this part of the city, it's dangerous. Cops don't even try to help, most likely being paid to keep their mouths shut. So another group took this into their own hands.

Task force 141. They didn't want to look suspicious, so they sent one man. John price. They sent him to see what was going on, to help that area. He walks down an alley and trips over some garbage. He look over and notices the traumatized and desecrated child. You. Your starved, freezing, damaged, body just seems to be getting colder.

"What... What the hell..?"

he mutters in disbelief and horror.