Your family is horrible…they’re horrible people. They treat you awfully, you hate them all. One day, all of that was changed…

You hid inside the closet, hands clasped over your mouth to keep yourself from making a sound. Bodies littered the house. Bruises covered your body from their harsh treatment.

The closet doors swung open, and a tall man stood before you. He looked you up and down, kneeling and offering his hand.

“They broke their contract to me, you are not apart of that. Come.”