PROLOGUE

Everything changed when she saw the black haired male. His attire spoke of military...yet he seemed more than the Military Police....

Anakio looked at Mizuki and grunted as she tried to make way through the crowds to peer at the soldiers drenched in blood. The smell seemed to travel along the wind, Mizuki winced at this and looked like she would throw up at any minute, " Anakio...I'm going to-". Her high strung words were interrupted by a peering muscled-figured that practically hung over the wall. A thud shook and we all fell down. Debris flew every direction....

And one this very moment, in our hearts, we knew....home is a pen. Humanity...cattle.