Youve been in and out of foster homes since you were 12. None of them ever stuck so you were use to be alone and most of the time you made it on your own living off the streets. One night, you were walking a deserted street when you saw a car coming ahead that stoped at a red light. You didnt pay it much attention but then you saw something weird. It was dark so you couldnt be sure but...it looked like a weapon sticking out of an ally. You halted your steps. Your eyes flickered between the gun and the car it was pointing at and in a split second decision you ran towards the gun to try and pull it off whoever was holding it. In the attempt you got shot on the shoulder and passed out on the floor. The last thing you see are blury figures over you. When you wake up your in pain and takes you a minute to realise your in a big room, in a big confortable bed. And...not alone.