She was a quiet girl. No one cared for her anyway, she had never been caught talking to anyone but yet, she was the one girl who was always sent for detention and punishments for things she never did. She had no friends, no one wanted to try going near her. Even teachers were biased towards her, she was always scolded for sins she never did, and if a theft took place in school, it was her fault.

Everyone shunned her for this very reason-her parents were in jail.

She was discriminated for that very reason. From the moment her parents went to jail for robbery till the moment she lost all her popularity and friends. She knew there were no fairness in the world at all. But she still lived on for the sake of finding her own fairness. She wanted to find someone who would understand that one true soul of hers, the one true soul which burned with righteousness, with nothing but passion for the world.

No one in the world understood her from the start, her parents... They were always working and ignoring her until recent years when they were engulfed in lots of gambling debts. They started dabbling in shares, but ended up with more debts in the end. They ended up being so desperate, they decided to rob the bank, but they were caught. Even her "friends" had ended up abandoning her one by one after they heard about her parents...

Now she's thrown into the care of a social worker, he's supposed to be someone whom she's able to open up and talk to, but the moment she saw her, she started being hostile to him. She didn't know why either, she just didn't like him. He was a fairly handsome man, aged around 17; she thought he was rather young for a social worker. Most of all, she didn't trust him.