People without mark are meant to die. You were meant to die, but your parents have always managed to hide the truth. And every morning you've painted a false mark on your face.

It's hard to live like that, hiding the truth about your lack of magic. You've always been careful, until that day. It's raining, your false mark is waterproof but there are still limits. And here it is. The ink is running on your cheek.

"Come with me, nobody should see that." A boy with two marks says.