Prolouge

There's four of us. We've been kept in a large mansion on the outskirts of a city I don't even know the name of. We've been secluded from the world, unable to live the normal lives that people are said to live.

Yet again, we are not completely human.

We are tested everyday, and we are required to be perfect.

If we are not perfect, we will be labeled as failures and we will then be disposed of. Much like the first twenty-eight trials that had failed.

We cannot fail.

My name is Scott, and I am a part of the 29th trial that must succeed.