A run away with no name, no mother, and no father.

No identity.

Its as almost if she was born into nothingness, with no one, by no one. Living within 20 steps all her life at a place she called home was getting very irritating to her, curiosity, and anger, pushed the little confidence she had to find a purpose, her freedom. She ran away from her home, her prison, and chased every bit of freedom she could get.

She's been warned by her keeper that out there was dangerous, but she thought since she was a no body, no one would care if she got hurt or that she was even important enough to hurt.

She was about to find out what was beyond 20 steps, will she ever find her purpose?, will she ever have an identity?

Hey, this is for all the people who have dumb thoughts or moments sometimes so let's be dummies together!