𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 | ᴋᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴇᴛʜᴇʀᴀʟʟ

[ prologue ]

the petite girl sat at the furnished desk near the open window, letting the sun shine onto the tabletop and the newspaper where the ink and recycled paper wafted into ziggy muldoons nostrils. no one else was in the main room with her at 5:30 sharp in the morning, but she didnt mind. she liked being alone.

ziggy lived in a orphanage across the city in stonetown, yet the orphanage there was more rich in terms than the other one on the other side of town. and for a 11-year-old girl, it seemed like she had a perfect life. had a roof over her head. a place to sleep. food and water to drink. and sure, she was grateful for all that, but most of all, she was lonely. and no, that was not because she spent most of her time alone when it was early in the morning or late at night, but those were the times she felt most accompanied. she was her own company.

ziggys parents died in a crash when she was an infant, with her in the car. of course she doesn't remember, but since shes grown up in the orphanage with no one taking over the motherly position or the father-protectiveness, she had to take one for herself.

she had the gift of common sense and an incredible intuition. to the naked eye, it seemed like a normal thing. but she always seemed to be more swift and smarter than the other kids.

flipping through the thin pieces of paper, a big advertisement in the corner caught her eye. in big & and bold black ink, it read:

'ARE YOU A GIFTED CHILD LOOKING FOR SPECIAL OPPURTUNITIES?'

"uh . . . hell yeah."