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“Please, please, please go away,” my whispers echo across the empty room. I’m propped up against the door; my aching back is protesting, but I cannot get up. The door is locked. Of course, it is. But if I can’t

"Take a semester at sea, Aria. It'll be fun, Aria." The girl scoffed, readjusting the heavy chains on her bruised and bloody wrists. How had she gotten into this mess? Her sister had finished her semester at sea last year and had

Part 1A Vacant were her expressions, lost were her thoughts. The world had taken its toll on her, and now, she was alone and hungry. Misplaced were her instincts, broken was her compass, directionless, and misguided, she continued to walk, hungry