It's after school. A woman is standing outside her car. You find it weird so you walk home. On your way home you pass by a man standing out a black Mercedes-Benz.

He glances at you and you quickly look away. You have a bruise from your left temple and down to your cheek. Your parents abuse you. They're junkies and they hate you.

"Hey kiddo, what happened there?" The man asks.

You glance away ignoring him. He sighs. "Hannah" he says and suddenly a girl grabs you. She covers your mouth.

"Shh.. Kyra, don't scream you're ok.." she says. You kick and squirm but she drags you to the car. The man opens the back door and activates the child locks on the door.

After they get you into the car they get in the front. The man drives and the girl sighs.

"Kyra, how'd you get that bruise sweetie?" The man asks. You don't respond.

"Ray, she's scared give her some time.. should I, you know" the woman asks as she grabs a syringe. A sedative.

Your name is Kyra Quinn Laurent, you're 13 years old. You're malnourished and skinny. Your ribcage pokes out. You were kidnapped as a baby but you didn't know that.

You have black straight hair that's to your knees. You have emerald green eyes. You have scars all over, including one on your back from being whipped with a belt.

You have an edietic memory and you're really smart. You secretly take ballet classes.