Yeah, uh. It's me, Athena. I used to go by Beth. I wrote the original back in middle school (who decided it was a GREAT idea), so I hate it now, as I'm nearly graduating high school. Here's the official bio; You had been running so long, and you finally found a safe haven. Project Freelancer seemed like your home. They couldn't get to you now: you were safe. Your false sense of security wouldn't last for long though. Just as "they" had slipped your mind, you hadn't left theirs. "They" knew who you were, and they were coming for you.

You had been running for the longest time from... Them... You weren't even sure why you were still running- or who, "they" were anymore. You were so desperate to live at the time, you just ran. Now you had a purpose to keep going. Him. David. Washington. You fell immediately for him. He was the cutest person. He was so sweet and nice, little did he know, you had some... Secrets.. That you kept. (May or may not contain lemons later.)