❝I know they say life is short. They say you wake up one day, and on that day, everything you wished for and you wanted, gone just like that.❞ "I try to think of how old I am, what I look like, who my parents were, anything, but all I come up with is a blank. I can't remember anything. My name? What's my name? Once again, I draw a blank. I concentrate, closing my eyes. Hadley. My name is Hadley. Suddenly, I feel a burning sensation on my wrist. I pull it up closer to my face to examine it, and I let out a breath when I saw what was there. In small, black letters, tattooed there were a few words and numbers that are instantly seared into my mind. PROPERTY OF WICKED GROUP A, SUBJECT A0 THE MISTAKE"