00. Prologue

❝I know they say life is short. They say you wake up one day, and on that day, everything you wished for and you wanted, gone just like that.❞

"I try to think of how old I am, what I look like, who my parents were, anything, but all I come up with is a blank. I can't remember anything.
My name? What's my name?
Once again, I draw a blank. I concentrate, closing my eyes.
Hadley. My name is Hadley.
Suddenly, I feel a burning sensation on my wrist. I pull it up closer to my face to examine it, and I let out a breath when I saw what was there. In small, black letters, tattooed there were a few words and numbers that are instantly seared into my mind.

PROPERTY OF WICKED
GROUP A, SUBJECT A0
THE MISTAKE"