I never could stand sitting by when others needed help. Maybe it was because I wasn't brought up in the orphanage from before I could remember. I remember rightly enough that there was a life beyond the walls, I used to live there. With my mother and father and kindly aunt, me and my sister and our cousin played in the back garden. I lived there the first eleven years of my life, my parents even sent me to the local school. Don't even think you are more important then the next fellow and never fail to lend your hand. These were the mottos of my mother, and we were all taught that. I never considered anything bad could happen, but of course it did. We had come back from the cinema and it was late, later than we usually were allowed up but it was a special treat. We made it into the front hall when we heard creaking, the grownups told us to hide. In a matter of seconds, three shots rang out with three dull thuds... bodies hitting the floor. I had gotten the younger two inside but I was still out, I quickly closed the door to keep them from finding my only family. From the darkness a patchy shape formed, the man grinned a wicked smile. "Their Daughter," and from behind someone knocked me unconscious. When I woke, the police were all over the house and I saw the three dead bodies. "Kanna, Beth" I mumbled. The doctor looked at me strangely, "Who?" "The closet, my sister" I said coming closer to reality. "There is no one else here dear," It was then that I dedicated myself to my mother's principles and to find out how to even the score.