Prologue

In this world, filled with pain and hatred one must follow the rules of sacrifice. When ordered to do so you must learn the art to kill. That was how they learned; it was how they lived. Each day going by slowly as a mass of expressionless faces looked beyond the gates, held together so tightly.

Freedom.

Something that they will never feel nor know of. It is a place where beings like themselves have their own will. Controlling oneself with no one to tell you what to do; truly, a child's dream. Yet, between these walls cloaked with darkness lies a sleeping figure. She is neither dead or alive; yet she is still acknowledged.

Caged.

The moment she came to rise from the comfort of her fantasies her eyes had a different glow then the others. The emerald on her forehead glowing with a soft light. She is a unique being. A perfect creation; unlike all of the others.

Broken and torn.

As time goes by he finds himself giving her small glimpses from the corner of his eyes. A small flush in his cheeks and the new determination to try harder.

Hope.

"Remi" She looked up from her studies and stared blankly at the figure before her. The nurse smiled softly, "Your new name is Remi; Remi Joker." Ignoring the nurse she looked back down her bangs covering her eyes.

"That is a lie..."

"This life is a lie..."

"Everything... is a lie."