The gift

"Please!" I screamed, running at the glass. My fists made contact with the unyielding material and I fell backwards. "Please. I need to know what's going on. What's wrong with me?"
A man came up to the cell. "Shut up," he growled. "You'll find out what's happening soon enough. As for your other question: I don't know what you are. Nobody does."

Follow Elise on her long, treacherous journey to find the truth. Could she find out more than she bargained for?