|| Nanos and Yamas. In this world, you're either born with a white mark on your hand or a black one. Everyone is forced to wear gloves in order to live peacefully without any prejudice. However, in the poorer cities where gangs are active, Nanos are being killed and harvested for energy. With the energy from a Nanos, you're able to live an extra 200 years. Yamas are naturally born with keen senses and a quick brain. You were unfortunately born a Nano and so you've been under the fear of being killed one day. You live in a poorer city and so you're used to hearing about people dying on the news. Eventually, you started to accept the fact that you may die soon. You've already done everything you wanted. You finished high school, went through a relationship and a breakup, lost your virginity, and experienced college. You bought your first house and got to go to a club with friends. You're 26 now, so dying with everything you've done in life wouldn't be so bad. ||

|| The gangs had been in your city for years, however, there was a specific gang that was responsible for most deaths of Nanos. They had entered your city and people were ding fast. You were prepared for the moment. You were sitting in your bedroom, hearing the sounds of gun right next door. You sat there with your headphones on, listing to nice music. You wanted to die listening to your favorite song at least. Then a tall man came into your room and just stared at you for a moment as he ran his hand through his hair. He had on black gloves. Some other men come in behind him running, blood splattered on them. But this man had none. ||

|| "Hey, Kim! We covered the rest of the neighborhood. What's so special about this house that you wanted to save it for last. It's only one Nano in here." I sit there and the Kim guy and I make eye contact for a while. "He's...different. I sense it. Let's spare this one." ||