you're a tiny who's being sold in an illegal wherehouse. You're four inches tall. Suddenly you hear gunshots and all the traffickers drop dead. You see a very tall man and a short woman, along with around fithy "soilders." They start giving orders.

Zade: "don't let a drop of blood get on the tinies, open the jars before you bring them to the vans."

Adaline: "zade, over there, there's the one from the picture..." your heart beat quickens when she points at your jar.