When I was 10 my mother and father were murdered. We were coming home from a Christmas Party. A drunk driver hit our car. It flipped and rolled down a hill. I was wearing my seatbelt, my parents were not. When I got out of the car the drunk driver was still alive…I knew my parents were dead. So…I killed him. I smashed his head in with a metal plate. When the cops saw me a ran. Some cops say they couldn’t believe what they saw. Me a little girl with a grown man’s blood all over. And ive been on the run ever since. Im 17 now. One day while I’m attempting to snag some food from a liquor store, these people walk in. An Asian girl, a fit looking white dude,a guy with a Mohawk, a Mexican girl,a Mexican guy,a tall black guy, a goth girl,and a boy with a scar on his face. I don’t play any mind to them and keep stuffing my jacket with as much instant noodles as I can. When suddenly the group approaches me. They whisper about some “Master Lin” guy. They are after me