I must run. I need to get away, must run. That was all I knew. All that would process in my head, as I ran from the only place I knew and the only thing I ever feared. My foster farther, jarred.
My name is Tori Johnson, T.J as I'll explain. I was adopted by jarred when I was a baby, things were fine but when I started mutating he started to beat me and tell me im a worthless piece of shit and ill never fit in.