You wake up in a strange place, and you only remember your name. You look around and only see boys. Everyone is talking about you like you aren't there, or like you're an object, saying how they've never had a girl before.

"Newt, get her a bed, and make sure she sleeps. You're responsible for her now." Alby orders me. "Oh, and, make sure she eats something, she looks like she needs it."

"Okay Alby." I walk over to you, and I help you up. I hold your wrist, and I start dragging you to get some food. I look at you, analyzing your features. You look about 5'6 while I'm 5 ft 10½, you're very malnourished, your skin is soft and delicate, and you're very beautiful.