The White Panther

Hollow. That's what I've been most of my life. Like some piece of me was missing and I don't know where or how to find it. I spent a good part of my life looking for it. Another part of my life was mourning. My name is Amara Zara Adebayo and from the age of seven to the age of 18, I've lost everything. My mother, my father, my pride, my home, and my dignity.

Ripped away from my very eyes. My father died protecting me and my mother in battle while my mother died of illness. I lived in Africa for most of my life before it went to shit. My home was lost in a fire and I was left alone in this vast world. I traveled to America when I was 16 and spent the last two years going to school. I met this girl named Riri and we built our friendship through our love for building things. One day, though, our peaceful routines were interrupted by someone. Someone completely unexpected.