A young girl named Lilith Ezrta had worked her butt off to get into highly worshiped schools and high-intensity programs. The government sought her boyfriend out to work for them, and she followed with him. She started to work for the facility to help better the lives of people by trapping those who were not human. Pixies, gods, and anyone who was "different" or "alien" to the normal human. As she worked deeper and deeper into the foundation, she realized that trauma from her past was catching up to her, and eventually split her mind into 3 known different parts. She learned to focus and understand her surrounding environment with these knew personalities while the government debates her future. Can she still provide the same service she has? Or does she crumble under the pressure and reside in her forever retirement? (STORY CONTAINS BLOODY DESCRIPTION (including kn1fes anf blood. TW)

This is a story told by me, Levi James Starkin. I was born not into the lap of luxury, but into poverty. This is not only my story, but the story of some of my closest friends. Lilith, Alidith, and even Michael. This is how we grew. This is how we broke. This is how we became who we are today. This is us.