My head is a jumble of thoughts. I don't know what happened. My parents are dead, I am being hunted down by the Sarcs. They did all of this to me. I want to find friends, to just fit in with the crowd. But no. I will always be different. I can do this. If I keep my hope, and my wits, I will be able to blend in with the crowd, and disappear. My brothers went who-knows-where, and I am alone. Such a great life. No relations, no contacts. I blindly dash through the crowd. Then I crash into a dark-haired girl wearing a winter scarf and coat. She stares at me. I gulp. The girl turned away.