Tobias ran until his legs gave out, collapsing against the wall with a gun in hand. His pained groans only fueled his adrenaline, a false hope aching in his heart that he'd find his siblings and escape. "Fuck.. I can't.."

For the past year, since his 16th birthday, his only hope was to get back to his siblings and find an explanation from his parents. Now, a year older and nothing had changed. No sight of his siblings, no sight of his home. Only just two other friends and a dream they all held so dearly.

And as he thought, his eyes trailed down to his hands. The once smooth skin turned into a mess, calloused and bloody. The hands that held his younger siblings so dearly, the hands that thrown his punches, only ached and ached. He hated this life as much as the last.