Teenage outlaw, deceitful mercenary, a hot mess, are all words that would be best fit for Kaija. Coming from the harsh lands of Variants, life was unforgettable. No live form could live within the Variants; they would be dead before eight years of aging. Split into groups from the start of life, one would either be a killer for the Variants or be the food to feast upon. There was no exception, kill or become food. Having a chance to escape the Variants was lower than low. No one had escaped with their soul intact. Kaija had a chance with her friends. And strangers. The chance was true to her heart; they were able to run. Betrayal followed on their haunches. Life on a thin string, Kaija betrayed them all. It was their lives or hers. Everyone is selfish at heart. Though she got out of hell, life became more.. difficult. New faces, new aromas. New world. To run by herself would become a dream, alone and with a peace of mind. Being alone for the first time since birth. Overwhelmingly alone. New faces lead to strangers and to friends. But she knows what her relationships lead to. Maybe a new world could be different.