(7 year old Ryoko pov)
When I returned home from school there was something undoubtedly wrong. After i had entered my home i had caught the pungent stench of alcohol. This scent matched with a booming laugh that i had known so well, struck fear into my body causing me to freez in place while the sound got closer. After my moment of fear i had tried to quietly sneak away and go up to my room. This is where i made my first mistake, i had apparently not been quiet enough and i was yanked back by my hair, causing me to tumble back down the stairs. This action had definitely caused me to bruise my ribs but this was the least of my worries. When i had moved my head to look up i saw the hateful eyes of my mother glaring at me with a sense of malice, and a gleam of excitement that was unmistakable. Tonight i was caught trying to run as well as being late and for that i was to be punished without mercy. I was dragged down to the basement. Where my raw wrists were clamped within rusty metal cuffs, these were attached to the ceiling in a way that kept me several inches off the ground. The first stage of my punishment hit me in the back, it was a whip that left both small and deep gashes in my back. Next my mother took her wood carving knives making small delicate cuts along my torso, she grabbed the spray bottle that was full of 95% isopropyl alcohol and sprayed everywhere i had been cut. This caused my to let out a scream which was promptly stoped by a slap across the face. This sort of torture continued for hours until my mother got bored and left me there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~years later~~~~~~~~~
ryoko is now 14
Today was the day i would put my escape plan into action. It was midnight and I made my way to my mothers bedroom. My semblance is special because it makes me a different species, I call myself a ghoul. I crave human flesh and any kind of food makes me sick to my stomach, with the exception being coffee. I devoured my mother, afterwards I proceed to pack my essentials and began to venture off as far away as i could.
