There is no magic, magic or miracles in my world. It's a miracle in my world if you have a roof over your head and food. In my world, people like me are disposed of. We are dangerous, uncontrollable, uncontrollable. Who cares that I'm only 14? But I will survive. I will survive, I will become what I should be by birth. And everyone who tries to stop me... Sorry, nothing personal. You'd rather die than me.