There stood a broken boy in front of me. "The past, is the past, there's nothing I can do about it!" I shouted at Zander. It took courage for me to do so. I was trying so hard not to break him even more. "You don't get it Annie...music is an... escape of mine.." He murmured. I immediately hushed the voices in my head down. Why wouldn't he tell me what was up with him? The sad music he constantly played never gave any hints towards his past. Was it really that bad? "I just wish you could tell me what's wrong with you. I always hear your music, and I know for a fact each one is filled with some type of sentimental story." I remarked. What would it take for him to spill his secrets to me? "Do you trust me?" Zander queried. I looked at him as he questioned me. His expression masked with sincerity. I couldn't answer.

Tornmented by the abuse of her father, nineteen year old Hope Argondale struggles to seperate the truth from the lies and the innocent from the guilty. Without tarnishing her purity with the evilness of society or staining her hands with the blood of her opressors she must discover the truth about both her parents' deaths and the reality of her calling.