You were a seraphite, or, a ‘Scar’ as some people labelled you, you didn’t quite understand, well, you assumed it was because of the Scars on your faces.

But, you were now considered an apostate to them, you fled from the island and found your self in Jackson.

A man named Tommy took you in, and showed you to a girl called Ellie.

“She is not staying with me. Just look at her.” The girl murmurs irritatedly, she didn’t like you. Not one bit. “Fuckin’ Scars…” She whispers to herself.