When I was seven, my family lost everything - our furniture, our vehicle, our business…
But most of all…
We lost each other.
My father took a loan from a very dangerous man; his name still unknown to me. I vividly remember what he looks like, what he wore, and all his tattoos. This man was part of a very evil group of men and women, who would kill for money without a second thought.
Father didn't pay this man his money back, so my family suffered.
The building we had found refuge in, was burned to the ground. I still remember the smell of my parents' burning flesh, and their awful screams as the flames consumed their writhing souls. The little seven year old girl I was, left scarred. Forever I've carried that memory, where my life began moving in slow motion and there was nothing to do but watch my family burn to ashes.
And I ran.
And I'm still running - seeking out that horrible man who thought nothing of the little girl who could have died in those flames, or the innocent mother who knew nothing of the loan, or the father who did everything he possibly could to support his small family… everything until his final breath.
I ran until I made it out of town on my own. I nearly burned with my family, a narrow escape one couldn't possibly have managed without a miracle. And that day, that little girl swore.
Her father will not die for an unknown reason. Her mother will not die in vain. She will kill the man who caused her suffering. She will train herself to be empowering, dangerous, and successful. She will win in the game of life.
My name is Ciana Letorez. I'm twenty-three and I'm a wanted fugitive.
For obvious reasons previously stated.