With a sigh, you curl up into bed. Without a lusus, you'll surely be culled soon. And then, Gog knows you'd never find peace with a highblood destined to live thousands of years longer than you.

A knock on the window startles you awake. Wait... the window? You turn to see a winged troll, sitting on your windowsill, waving at you.

You open the window, and he hops in, to your surprise. "Hello, doll!" he says with a chuckle. "I hear you need a way out!" "Um...yes. But who are you?" You ask, looking around for something that can be used as a weapon. "And who did you hear from?" "My name is Rufioh-" He says, dodging a swing from a coat hanger you just grabbed. "I live in a hivestem out in the woods. We're a haven for lowbloods who don't have lusii anymore. Or that got abandoned. We are..." He pauses for dramatic effect. "The Lost Weaboos."