Your eyes flutter open, squinting as the bright sun cascades down onto your face. A group of boys and one girl surrounds you, inspecting you. You're lying in a box made out of metal grates. You don't remember anything.

One boy steps closer. He's dark-skinned, muscular, and broad-shouldered with short-cropped hair. His name is Alby. Alby: "What's your name, kid?" When you hesitate to answer, he shakes his head. Alby: "That's okay, you'll remember in a day or two. That's the only thing they let us keep."