Nyla was going mad. She couldn't differentiate between right and wrong. Blood from the pads of her icy fingers splattered on the marble floors. Her skin was cold to the touch, her body was sweating profusely. She couldn't have done it. Could she? She wouldn't have. Would she? It had to be him. She hoped it wasn't her. She was dizzy, vision blurring, the world spinning. Her stomach was twisting inside. She shouldn't have come to Naiklen. He walked inside. To her, he looked upside down, defying all laws of gravity. Tall and built, she stood no chance against him. He stood in front of her and stared. Blood dripped on his newly-polished leather shoes. Her knees became limp and she collapsed. Her heart pounded in her chest like it was going to explode and blast her bloody insides all over his nauseating face. She wanted to wreak havoc upon the city of Naiklen. They may have not known, but they definitely used their wealth against us. She wanted the Colson family dead at last. Even if she had to do it. They didn't deserve this air. It was not an honor to be in the Twenty. It was absolutely not an honor to be the One, being driven to utmost insanity. Twice a year, the Twenty are tested for intelligence to see who is the One. This allows for social mobility. This, and many other events, are apart of the Colson Project. The Colson Project seeks and aims to rebuild the country after the war, a devastating part of US history. Originally, this project had good intentions. It was just led by the wrong people. Nyla was in deep waters. WARNING: story contains mature content! such as eating disorders, violence, and suicide Warnings will be at the beginning of chapters