The moon was full as the figure carefully climbed out the window. Armed with only a small backpack, she silently made her way down the paved walkway, away from the large mansion. Her blonde hair gleamed and in the starlight you could barely make out her delicate features twisted into an expression of hatred. Her creamy, pale skin was marred with a bruise under her left eye. Unseen in the night, more bruises and scars adorned her body. The girl quickly disappeared into the darkness without looking back at the home she had lived in for almost sixteen years.

Meanwhile, another figure slept in a run down apartment. His cherry blossom pink hair stood out against the unusual blue of his kitten's fur. The boy's brow furrowed in his sleep, like he knew something horrible had happened. The cat stiffened, but soon the two relaxed and slept in peace once again.

As the girl boarded the train to Magnolia, she wondered what life had in store for her now. Would it be any better?