In the world of torturers, she was a master. Her knife skills were legendary, and her ability to render the human body into something unrecognizable was a skill she took great pride in. She wasn't simply a killer. She was a sculptor of agony.
And William had just taken down her protégé, Kyoko. But there was another in her line, someone even more skilled in the art of inflicting pain: The Skinner.
The Skinner was not a name easily whispered—it was spoken with reverence and dread. Where Kyoko was swift, precise, and clean, The Skinner reveled in the drawn-out torment of his victims. He was a shadow in the dark, a figure whose mere presence brought the air to a standstill. His reputation was one of brutal creativity—he didn’t just kill; he transformed his victims into something grotesque, something that lingered in the minds of those who heard about it long after the body had been disposed of.
Unlike Kyoko, who would carve her victims into death with surgical precision, The Skinner’s methods were grotesque and theatrical. He would take his time, savoring every inch of skin he peeled away, every organ he exposed. For him, each cut was a performance, each scream a note in a symphony of suffering. The pain was the art, and the body, his canvas.
It wasn’t enough to simply end a life. He needed to ensure that the very act of living had been obliterated, that the soul of the victim had been torn out and stripped as raw as their flesh. And it was in this art of cruelty that The Skinner had earned his place among the most feared figures in the criminal underworld.
Now, with Kyoko’s death at William’s hands, The Skinner had a new chapter to write in his grisly tale—a tale of vengeance, an artform of torment that would only escalate from here.
The lines had been drawn, and William Jones, the Head Hunter, had just stepped into the arena of a monster who wouldn’t rest until he had rewritten the rules of pain itself.
Scene 1: The Legend of The Skinner
The Skinner wasn’t just any ordinary torturer. She was a brutal woman who had built a reputation through sheer violence and sadism. Her real name was Kyoko Hurst, though few knew it. To most, she was simply known by her moniker. And for good reason. Her name struck fear into the hearts of anyone who heard it.
Born into a poor farming family, Kyoko grew up with an intimate understanding of death. Her family’s farm was in dire straits, and survival was a harsh and brutal lesson. Butchery was a normal part of life for them—killing animals for food, slaughtering livestock to make ends meet. From an early age, Kyoko took a morbid interest in the way flesh was cut, how muscles and tendons were sliced open with precision. Her fascination wasn’t just with death—it was with the mechanics of pain.
By the time she was a teenager, Kyoko had developed a grotesque obsession with the human body. It wasn’t enough to simply kill. No, she wanted to understand how the body broke down, how the skin could be peeled away like paper, how the flesh could be removed with meticulous care. She studied the subtle nuances of suffering, the art of causing prolonged agony while keeping the victim alive long enough to savor it. Every scream, every twitch of muscle, every drop of blood was a symphony to her. She reveled in the idea that she could shape someone’s final moments as a sculptor shapes clay, molding their suffering into an expression of her own sick artistry.
As she grew older, she left her farm and joined a notorious gang in the city. The gang was known for its ruthless operations, and it didn’t take long for Kyoko to rise in the ranks. She became their personal torturer—the Skinner. Her job was to extract information, punish enemies, and instill fear into anyone who dared cross them. The gang’s victims rarely survived their encounters with Kyoko, and those who did were often left with scars that were not just physical but deeply psychological.
Kyoko took pride in her work. Each victim she captured was a new project, a new challenge to master. She wasn’t just interested in inflicting pain for the sake of it; she wanted to explore the depths of human endurance, testing the limits of what a person could withstand before their mind finally broke. Her methods were a twisted form of artistry—carefully planned, deliberate, and executed with the precision of a surgeon. She wasn’t haphazard in her approach; every cut, every slice, every dissection was part of a grand design. The victims might scream, beg for mercy, but Kyoko wouldn’t show any. Mercy was for the weak. It was the absence of mercy that made her so feared, so unforgettable.
Word of her skill spread, and soon she became more than just a torturer for a street gang. She was an enigma, a shadow in the criminal world. Other criminals, rival gangs, and even corrupt officials sought her out for her reputation, knowing that anyone who crossed her would meet a grisly end. Her artistry, her obsession with the human body, became legendary.
No one could ever escape her grasp without leaving behind a piece of themselves—whether it was a physical scar or the haunting memory of their final moments. Kyoko’s victims didn’t just fear death. They feared the Skinner. The very name itself invoked terror.
But despite her growing infamy, there was one thing Kyoko had never truly experienced: the taste of defeat. She had faced many foes in her violent career, but none had managed to take her down. That is, until William Jones—the Head Hunter—came into the picture. His reputation as a relentless killer and his chilling ability to execute his targets with cold efficiency was enough to unsettle even someone like Kyoko.
She knew the moment their paths crossed that this wasn’t just another assignment. This wasn’t another victim for her to tear apart for her personal satisfaction. William Jones was different. He wasn’t afraid of her reputation, and he didn’t flinch at the sight of blood. He was a force to be reckoned with. And when their fight began, Kyoko found herself facing someone who could match her in cruelty, someone who wasn’t simply out for a quick kill.
But even as William brought an end to Kyoko’s reign, her legacy remained. The Skinner might have been gone, but the myth she had woven in the underworld persisted. And there were always others, waiting to step into her shoes—waiting to pick up where she left off, to continue her work.
For in the dark corners of the world, where death was a game and pain was an art, Kyoko’s influence would never truly die.
Scene 2: The Skinner's Skills
Kyoko wasn't just a torturer. She was an expert in knife fighting. Her reputation in the underground was built on her unmatched skill with a blade—fighting in over three hundred brutal, no-holds-barred contests, where the only goal was survival. Her record was legendary: 300 wins and 5 losses. Those five losses, however, had become the stuff of dark lore—whispers passed between criminals, each recounting the rare defeats with awe and reverence, as if to witness Kyoko’s fall from grace was an unforgettable event. Despite these rare setbacks, her overall legacy was undeniable. The fear she invoked wasn’t just from her ruthless methods but from the way she fought. There was no escaping her.
Kyoko’s fighting style was a brutal combination of speed, precision, and psychological warfare. When she faced an opponent, they didn’t just fear the blade in her hand—they feared the anticipation of it. The way she moved was nothing short of mesmerizing. Every strike, every feint, every calculated step was part of a deeper strategy. Her hands, graceful and deadly, moved with the precision of a surgeon, cutting through flesh with unerring accuracy. There was no wasted motion, no hesitation—only cold, deliberate efficiency. Whether she was taking down a man in a one-on-one fight or disarming a dozen enemies in seconds, her movements never missed their mark.
In the underground arena, her victories were often as brutal as they were swift. She never needed to rely on raw power; her true strength lay in her ability to exploit her opponents' weaknesses, to use their own momentum against them. If you were foolish enough to challenge Kyoko, you would quickly learn that your flesh was nothing more than a canvas for her. She could disable a man with a flick of her wrist, severing tendons and muscles, leaving him paralyzed in a pool of his own blood. And it was always done with a level of artistry that made her feared not just as a fighter, but as a master of pain.
The real terror of Kyoko wasn't just in how she fought, but in how she transformed the fight itself into something more—a ritual. She never fought for sport. She fought to teach, to break, to maim. In the underground ring, she was a god, and those who fought her were mere mortals, brought low by her mastery. Each fight was a performance, a symphony of violence that only she could conduct with such cold precision.
But even more terrifying than her prowess in the ring were her skills outside of it. In the gang, she was the undisputed champion of torture—no one could match her ability to break someone down physically and mentally. Her reputation as "The Skinner" came from her meticulous approach to dissection. She didn’t just want information; she wanted to make her victims understand the price of their defiance, to carve into them a permanent reminder of their failure. Skinning wasn't just a method—it was her signature. A brutal art form she honed to perfection. Her victims' bodies would be left as grotesque, disfigured sculptures, every inch of flesh removed with the utmost care and craftsmanship. No one dared to challenge her expertise in this dark craft.
Despite her terrifying skill and fearsome reputation, there was always something calculating in the way she approached each situation. She studied her opponent before ever drawing a blade. She took note of their weaknesses, their fears, and the way they moved. She didn’t need to fight wildly to win. Everything she did was deliberate, precise. Her mind was always several steps ahead, a chess player anticipating the moves of a pawn.
In the gang, Kyoko was a myth, a force of nature. Those who crossed her rarely lived to speak of it. The few who did were often too broken—both physically and mentally—to recount the horrors they had endured. Even the toughest men in the gang feared her more than any rival gang or law enforcement. Her cruelty was as much psychological as it was physical. She knew how to break people, how to unravel their will long before their body gave in.
But there was one thing that Kyoko had never encountered—someone who could match her in skill and ruthlessness. William Jones, the Head Hunter, was a name whispered with as much reverence and fear as hers. The day their paths would inevitably cross was one that Kyoko had long foreseen, but even she couldn't predict the ferocity that William would bring.
She knew that when the time came to face him, it would not be like any other fight. William Jones was no ordinary man. He wasn’t just a killer. He was a predator, a relentless force who hunted with the same precision that Kyoko wielded her knives. He wasn't a man who would bend or break. And for the first time, Kyoko felt the stirrings of uncertainty in her chest. Would her legendary skills be enough to defeat him? Or had she finally met her match?
As the tension built between them, Kyoko realized that the true battle wasn't going to be fought just with blades. It would be fought with strategy, with instinct, and with a fight for dominance—two monsters, two forces of nature, clashing in a storm of violence that would leave nothing but destruction in its wake. The Skinner had finally met someone who was just as ruthless, just as determined, and maybe, just maybe, more terrifying than her.
Scene 3: Her Motives
Kyoko's motives were deeply rooted in a twisted understanding of survival, power, and control. From the moment she was born into a family barely scraping by, she had been taught that the world was brutal, unforgiving, and cold. Her parents, trapped in the cycle of poverty and hardship, barely had the resources to survive. But in that environment, Kyoko learned something valuable—weakness was not tolerated, and the strong were the ones who ruled.
Her fascination with death began early. Not just the act of death, but the methodical nature of it. She saw it as an art form, an inevitable part of life that everyone must face, but also something to be shaped, twisted, and mastered. Killing animals on the farm had been a necessary evil. But it was when she first laid her hands on a human body, when the flesh and blood of another person met her blade, that the true nature of her obsession began. Kyoko wasn’t driven by a need for vengeance or a thirst for power—she was driven by something far darker and more insidious: the desire to understand pain, to control it, and to make others feel it in the deepest, most visceral way.
As a young woman, Kyoko left her family’s farm and entered the underworld, where her violent tendencies could be nurtured, her sadistic inclinations satisfied. She joined a notorious gang, where she quickly proved herself as the ultimate tool of fear. The skinning wasn't just about torture—it was a symbol. A symbol of dominance, of proving to her victims that their suffering was in her hands. It was about making them understand that life, in its most painful form, was something that could be shaped, carved, and controlled.
In Kyoko's mind, the world was a place where suffering was inevitable, and to avoid it was foolish. Everyone, she believed, would eventually experience pain, whether through betrayal, loss, or failure. But not everyone was capable of inflicting it—not everyone was strong enough to take that first step into the darkness and become the one who wielded it. Kyoko chose to become that person, to seize control of the suffering in the world, to make it something she could manipulate at will. Pain, to her, was a currency, and she was the only one capable of truly spending it.
She didn’t torture for personal gain. She didn’t do it to extract secrets. She did it because she could. She did it because it gave her a sense of power over others, a power that she had never experienced growing up. It was a way to control the chaos of the world around her and transform that chaos into something predictable, something she could mold to her will. Every slice of skin, every drop of blood, was a reminder to herself that she was the master of pain, the master of life and death.
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In a twisted sense, Kyoko saw herself as a protector of the world’s most fragile truth—that pain was universal. She believed that in forcing people to confront their own suffering, she was helping them see reality for what it truly was. There was no escaping it. No one could avoid the inevitable. Kyoko’s role, in her own mind, was to help people face that truth head-on.
Scene 4: Her Complexity and Philosophy
Kyoko's complexity wasn't just in her actions—it lay in the deep, philosophical beliefs she held about the world and the human experience. Beneath the surface of her brutal exterior was a woman who saw herself as a truth-teller, someone who had transcended the lies that most people lived by. To Kyoko, most people were living in denial, believing in illusions of safety, security, and happiness. She believed that the true nature of the world was chaos and suffering, and that those who ignored this reality were simply weak, deluded fools.
Her philosophy wasn’t born from a place of nihilism or hatred—it was born from a cold, pragmatic understanding of the human condition. To Kyoko, pain wasn’t something to be avoided—it was something to be embraced. It was a tool, a weapon, a way of understanding the depths of human existence. In her eyes, the human body was nothing more than a vessel for suffering. She didn’t see people as individuals with dreams and hopes, but as beings destined to be broken, whether by time, disease, or the cruelty of others. Kyoko didn’t hate her victims—she pitied them. She saw them as weak, deluded creatures who refused to face the truth of their own existence.
Her obsession with skinning wasn’t just about inflicting pain—it was about making people confront that pain. When she peeled away a layer of skin, it was as if she were peeling away their false beliefs, their facade of strength, and exposing the raw, vulnerable humanity beneath. The flesh she stripped away was symbolic—it was a metaphor for the illusions people held onto, the things they clung to in their lives in order to avoid facing the truth. And by peeling away those layers, she forced them to see what they truly were.
Kyoko’s belief in pain as a form of truth extended beyond the physical. She believed that suffering was the ultimate equalizer. In her mind, no matter how powerful, rich, or influential someone was, they would all eventually be reduced to nothing more than fragile, helpless beings in the face of real pain. It was in those moments of pain that a person’s true nature was revealed. It was in those moments that the barriers between who they thought they were and who they truly were would disappear.
Yet, despite her cold view of the world, Kyoko wasn’t without complexity. She didn’t enjoy her role as torturer, nor did she revel in the suffering of others for its own sake. Instead, she viewed herself as a necessary force in the world—a necessary evil, perhaps. She believed that the world needed people like her to force others to confront the inevitable. Without pain, without suffering, she thought, people would never truly understand their place in the universe. They would never come to terms with the fact that life was meaningless, chaotic, and fleeting. And it was through this understanding that true strength was born.
To Kyoko, pain was the key to enlightenment. She saw herself as a teacher—a dark, twisted teacher—who guided others to the only truth worth knowing: that in the end, everyone would suffer. It was through suffering that people could grow stronger, more aware, and ultimately more capable of accepting the world for what it was. Kyoko didn’t seek to break people down for her own satisfaction; she sought to free them from the chains of their own delusions, to show them that in the face of suffering, there was only one choice: to survive.
Her philosophy may have been warped and her methods inhumane, but in her eyes, she was doing the world a service. And that, in itself, was the most terrifying thing about her.
Psychological Analysis: A Deep Dive into Kyoko's Mind
In examining Kyoko's character through a psychological lens, we gain insights into her complex mental state, her personality traits, and potential mental health disorders that contribute to her behavior. Let’s break down her psychological profile based on several components: mental health check, character traits, personality types, dark triad traits, and possible mental health disorders.
Kyoko’s mental health state is one marked by deep instability and complexity. Her behavior and actions suggest significant psychological distress, shaped by both her past experiences and her chosen path in the criminal underworld. While there is no way to diagnose her formally without full access to her internal world and personal history, we can infer from her actions and personality that her mental health is characterized by:
- High levels of trauma: Kyoko’s upbringing, marked by poverty, violence, and survival in harsh conditions, likely left emotional scars. Early exposure to death and suffering—whether from slaughtering animals or witnessing her family’s hardships—may have desensitized her to violence and contributed to her developing a warped view of the world.
- Disconnection from empathy: Her capacity to inflict extreme pain without hesitation, combined with her belief in suffering as a path to truth, suggests that Kyoko struggles with understanding or acknowledging the emotional pain of others. While this may be partly because of her traumatic background, it also implies a mental state where empathy is severely impaired.
Kyoko might also exhibit emotional numbness—the inability to feel joy, sorrow, or compassion. Her obsession with control and the manipulation of suffering hints at an inability to connect with her own emotional experiences in a healthy way. Her lack of emotional regulation and her detachment from the value of life indicate a chronic state of emotional suppression.
Kyoko's character traits are a blend of extremes—perfectionism, obsession with control, and an unrelenting drive to master pain. These traits feed into her obsession with skinning and her methodical approach to violence. We can break down her key character traits:
- Perfectionism and Obsession: Kyoko’s need for precision in her art of torture reflects a perfectionistic personality. This trait manifests in her desire to perform each act of violence with exactness, as if to demonstrate her mastery of the body and suffering. Her obsession with the human form and the art of skinning likely stems from an attempt to control chaos, manifesting her deepest fears of vulnerability and imperfection.
- Sadistic Enjoyment: The pleasure Kyoko derives from inflicting pain suggests a sadistic tendency. She doesn’t just kill or torture; she derives satisfaction from the suffering of others, which feeds into her dark need to assert dominance. Her sadism is not about gaining personal power or revenge but about sculpting the pain of others into a thing of beauty—a twisted expression of control.
- Calculated, Rational, Cold: Unlike many other individuals driven by emotion, Kyoko’s cold, methodical approach to her work suggests an individual who is extremely rational, albeit in a distorted way. She doesn’t act impulsively or out of raw emotion, but rather with extreme calculation, demonstrating the traits of a highly strategic thinker who can detach herself from the consequences of her actions.
- Sadistic Empathy: Kyoko doesn’t experience empathy in the traditional sense. She sees herself as a teacher, offering her victims a glimpse of truth through their suffering. This twisted version of empathy suggests a belief that inflicting pain is a necessary step for growth, and that by forcing others to confront suffering, she is actually doing them a service.
While it's difficult to assign a rigid personality type to someone as complex as Kyoko, we can make educated guesses based on her traits. A likely Myers-Briggs type for her would be:
- INTJ (The Architect):
- Introverted (I): Kyoko’s internal world is dominated by thoughts of control, power, and the nature of pain. She’s not someone who seeks social connection or validation, preferring isolation to engage with her darker passions.
- Intuitive (N): Kyoko’s thinking is abstract and long-term. Her mind is constantly occupied with visions of mastery over her victims, seeing suffering as an art. She also seeks to understand the broader principles of life, death, and the human body, much like an INTJ.
- Thinking (T): Kyoko is driven by logic, not emotion. She approaches violence with surgical precision, often focusing more on the technical aspects of pain than on the emotional consequences. She doesn’t act impulsively, but with an unwavering adherence to her plans.
- Judging (J): Kyoko’s need for control, structure, and methodical action aligns with the Judging trait. She wants to dominate, and this desire for predictability and control extends to both her victims and her surroundings.
The Dark Triad consists of three personality traits that are often associated with malicious and manipulative behavior: narcissism, Machiavellianism, and psychopathy. Kyoko exhibits significant elements of each:
- Narcissism: Kyoko demonstrates a grandiose sense of self-importance, but rather than being overtly flamboyant about it, her narcissism manifests in the belief that she alone can master pain and suffering. She sees herself as a figure of immense power and control, far above those she tortures.
- Machiavellianism: Her calculated, cold approach to torturing and manipulating others to extract the "truth" aligns with Machiavellianism. She uses her intelligence and strategic thinking to manipulate situations and people for her own purposes, without concern for morality or the impact of her actions on others.
- Psychopathy: Kyoko exhibits clear signs of psychopathy, particularly in her lack of empathy, inability to form emotional connections, and propensity for violent outbursts. She relishes in the pain of others, which is indicative of her sadistic tendencies. Her detachment from the emotional consequences of her actions points toward a psychopathic personality type.
Based on her actions and behavior, Kyoko may suffer from several mental health disorders, either co-occurring or contributing to her violent tendencies:
- Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD): Kyoko’s flagrant disregard for the rights of others, her manipulative tendencies, and her ability to cause harm without remorse or guilt fit the criteria for ASPD. She does not respect social norms and is willing to harm others for her personal satisfaction or for control.
- Sadistic Personality Disorder: While not officially recognized in diagnostic manuals, Kyoko's sadism is a prominent feature of her character. She enjoys inflicting pain and suffering, seeing it as a form of art and control. Her actions align with the traits of a sadistic personality, where cruelty is not just tolerated but sought after.
- Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD): Kyoko’s inflated sense of self-importance, belief that she alone can teach the truth through suffering, and her desire to be recognized as a superior figure in the underworld are consistent with NPD. She craves admiration and validation through her acts of violence.
- Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD): It’s possible that Kyoko’s traumatic upbringing—marked by poverty, violence, and early exposure to death—has contributed to her mental state. PTSD may contribute to her emotional numbness and detachment, especially when dealing with pain or suffering. Her obsession with control could be a coping mechanism to regain a sense of safety in an otherwise chaotic world.
Kyoko is a deeply complex character whose psychological profile reveals a mind shaped by trauma, power, and obsession. Her cold, methodical approach to violence, combined with her sadistic tendencies and calculated personality, showcases a woman driven by an intense need to control suffering and expose the harsh realities of life. Her personality traits, dark triad elements, and potential mental health disorders make her a formidable figure—one who embodies the darkest aspects of human nature, twisted by her own experiences and warped view of the world.
In analyzing her psychological profile, we see a woman who is both a product of her past and a creator of her own twisted reality—someone who thrives in the darkness, shaping the suffering of others as a form of art.
Kyoko's entire existence is defined by the concept of a "stolen life." From the moment her family was plunged into poverty by the corrupt government, the life they had once hoped for was taken away, piece by piece. Her story is not just one of personal struggle—it's a reflection of a larger, systemic failure that robs individuals of their potential, dignity, and opportunities.
The corruption that gripped the government didn't just affect the policies on paper—it directly impacted Kyoko's family in ways that were cruelly irreversible. Once prosperous, her family now finds themselves trapped in poverty due to government-induced economic collapse, unfair taxations, and an unjust distribution of resources. In the eyes of the state, they are just another cog in the wheel, discarded and forgotten. Their struggle for survival isn't merely the consequence of bad luck—it’s the direct outcome of a broken system that steals lives.
For Kyoko, the stolen life is not just a financial loss. It is the disappearance of dreams and opportunities that could have allowed her to rise above her circumstances. Her family, once full of hope, is now stuck in an endless cycle of struggle. The corrupt government policies—whether through the monopolization of resources, unfair trade practices, or the outright neglect of the poor—have stolen the life they could have had. The chances for education, progress, or even basic health and safety are now out of reach.
She is a child of stolen opportunity—her future already dictated by forces she has no control over. In her eyes, the government hasn’t just taken their money; they have stolen her chance to break free of the poverty her parents were born into. The life Kyoko could have had—full of choices and possibilities—was stolen before she even had a chance to pursue it.
Beyond opportunity, the stolen life Kyoko experiences is also one of stripped dignity. Her parents, once proud farmers, worked hard to provide for their family, their labor a symbol of their resilience. But the government's corruption destroyed that resilience. The policies that governed the land failed them. Their crops failed because they couldn’t access necessary resources. Their hard work was no longer enough, and in turn, their sense of pride was stolen. They no longer saw themselves as valuable members of society; instead, they were just another statistic in a broken system.
This loss of dignity also trickles down to Kyoko. Watching her parents suffer and struggle under the weight of a corrupt regime, she learns early that her worth, her potential, is not determined by who she is or what she can do, but by what a broken system allows her to become. Kyoko’s identity is shaped by this corruption, and with it comes the overwhelming weight of hopelessness. Her stolen life is the manifestation of this loss of dignity—a life where even the right to strive for something better is denied.
The "stolen life" is not just a reflection of Kyoko's own personal suffering, but a generational curse imposed by the government’s corruption. Her parents worked hard to build a life for her, hoping that, one day, she could rise above the struggles they faced. But instead, their dreams were stolen by policies that made their labor worthless. Now, Kyoko faces the same fate. She is the inheritor of a life stolen by corruption, destined to follow in the footsteps of those who came before her, trapped by a system that has deliberately held her family back.
Her future is already decided for her—not by her ability, ambition, or drive, but by the corrupt forces that shape the world around her. The stolen life of her parents becomes the stolen life of her own. There is no escape from the cycle, no way out of the grasp of a government that has left her and her family in perpetual suffering. The hope for a better life that was once in their reach is now a fading memory, and Kyoko’s destiny feels as though it is already written in stone.
Kyoko's stolen life is also emotional. It’s the weight of knowing that no matter how hard she tries, the world around her is stacked against her. The resentment she feels towards the government grows as she watches her parents struggle, their hopes dashed time and time again by a system that couldn’t care less about their well-being. This is the burden of knowing that their dreams were stolen—not because they failed, but because the world was simply not built to support them.
This emotional burden is heavy on Kyoko's shoulders. Her resentment builds, but so does her sense of injustice. The "stolen life" becomes a symbol of the fight that still burns within her—a fight not only for her own future but for the future of her family, and for those who continue to suffer because of the same corrupt system. It’s the desire to reclaim what was taken, to find a way to break free from the system that has robbed her of her chance at life.