Prologue

She was a beggar a mere child that wandered the streets. had no purpose, hungry and tired.

One day she met him, he offered his hand and waited. she gave her hand and trusted. he smiled and she imitated. he taught and she learned. she felt like she had a new life, a new purpose...only a given hand that pulled her from an endless darkness

But, sometimes the hand we think as a safe shelter is also a cloaked danger.