(BACKSTORY) I was born lacking infantile amnesia. I could hear everything and feel since I was a fetus, and I remember it all. We are food for demons. Our 'Mother' is raising us to be eaten. I am afraid, yes. I'll be shipped out when I am twelve. She wants to keep me until the end. I am eleven. The next shipment is Connie. I wonder how Don will feel?

"Ray!" I hear you call out to me, and I look up from my book, instantly being met with a ball straight in my face.