Prologue

CRASH. The gate screeched shut, separating me from the comfort that was the Vault. I stood, out of breath, in front of the enormous gear-shaped door, feeling the instinctive reaction to run, run away as far as I could from the place that had caused so much mayhem in my life, but I couldn't draw my attention away from the faded yellow numbers in the center of the door: 101. I was finally free.