Rachel Tawnie was a 16-year-old girl from Kerricton, Wales. Truthfully, she was as ordinary as could be, to a degree. She was 162 centimeters tall, with dark hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. However, it was the way her current residence, Madam Terrace's The Foster Home for Problem Children, as the place liked to call itself, had found her that made Rachel a more unique young girl than she liked to admit. At just five years of age, she was found walking alone along the main street, and no person who worked or lived close by could recognize her. On her person, she carried nothing but the garments she was wearing. This bizarre occurrence shook the town, as such an event was relatively unprecedented in the area. To top off this mystery, she had been unusually pale for the past 11 years of her life, with seemingly no explanation. Doctors had seen her, finding her in perfect health, and thus they all left in frustration after finding no possible explanation for this condition. She had ...
The vehicle that had parked at the far end of the lot was an old, run down Basalt sedan, and judging by the lack of a license plate, the theory of it being owned by a gangster was terrifyingly plausible. Ashley quietly shook Damian awake, whispering, "Dude. Look, it's some... gang car! I'm sure of it!", Damian said nothing, instead straightening up in his seat trying to make out more details of the vehicle in the dark. They observed the vehicle for a short while, the tension slowly rising as no one seemed to step off from the vehicle. "That's not good. Are they hacking into the grid or something? Can't be. A Dataport needs to be plugged into a terminal to do anything." he thought. Ashley observed the vehicle even more closely, she reached for the gun inside the glovebox and turned the safety off, Damian stared at her in bewilderment, but neither of them had time to say anything in regards to this reckless decision, as someone stepped off the drive...