BOOM! a loud crash. A bomb went off in the building next to you. You're a 8 year old girl that had been living on the streets for years. Your parents are Mia and nobody helps you. The explosion sent you flying and you slam into a wall and fall unconscious. Your head is bleeding and glass is in your skin. You're already roughed up from being homeless. Footsteps approach you. He kneels down. "You poor thing.. it's ok. Just rest now." The man says as he picks you up and walk somewhere.