On the other side of town, a young tall leek with long brown hair tyed up, Sara Stalks, was rushing down the sidewalk and up the steps through the door of the Bumblyburg Orphanage, a small two story building in need of patching that she called home ever since she was
two. She went through the main large hallway and had just gone up a set of stairs against the left wall of the living room when she was stopped by a greeting from below.

"Sara, is that you? I need you to come down for a minute."

"Coming," Sara called. She quickly went to her room amongst a few doors at the top of the stairs, threw her bag off the back of her purple shirt on the small bed in the corner, and ran back down to turn left into the kitchen.
In the room was a woman in a long yellow dress, sporting a small faux pearl necklace paired with a tired expression and a smile nonetheless, Mrs. Tiller. She was making dinner and handing kids plates when Sara came in.

"Yes, mamm?" Sara said. "What do you need?"

"I was just wanted to know if you were doing alright, what with yesterday and all."

The day before was a good day, yet bad in disguise. It was her 15th birthday, but it was also the 8th anniversery of when her life had been shattered.

"I'm doin' fine," Sara said quietly as she looked toward the floor and fiddled with her pant leg.

"Are you sure? You looked a little down yesterday." Mr. Tiller said as he walked in, fashioning a usual suit shirt and favorite stripped tie as he just arrived home from the office.

"Yeah, i've moved on. It's gone and done with, so why cling to it?"

"It doesn't mean you can never be sad about it." he returned.

"I know. Is that all you needed me for?" she directed to Mrs. Tiller.

"No. I have a job I need you to take care of." she answered as she handed Sara an envelope with an attached page of instructions.

"Ok," Sara said. "But first I need to take of something."

She ran up to her room again and sat on the edge of her bed. She looked around at the plain white walls that seemed to crack like she didn't allow inside her, and sighed as she turned to her backpack beside her.

"What am I gonna do?"

She dumped it out on the bed. Normally, it would have school books and maybe a hairbrush tumble down, but there was another
thing today. Out fell a pair of metallic gloves, with squid ink all over them.