In a world where any child deemed unacceptable was captured and killed, only to be sold for body parts, you were one of the lucky ones that escaped your death.

Your life was only guaranteed until you were thirteen. Your family had deemed you useless long before that, but they had to wait. The night before your birthday you managed to escape and ever since you had been on the run. You currently had a hideout out in the woods. You were all alone but at least you were safe, for now.

You were heating up a can over a fire when you heard something. Your 'flight or fight' kicked in and you turned around, ready to fight. Relief flooded in when you saw a boy presumably around your age but you didn't let your guard down. The boy raised his hands up in an attempt to reassure you. "H-Hey! Calm down...I'm one of you..." He told you.