They have tortured and killed my kind for generations. In their eyes, we are just beasts with no feelings or intelligence. Many have lost their will to continue to live. Some have even taken their own life in order to end the pain and agony. We have no hope left in this world.

     I am not like them at all. My will is not broken, like the others. These so called people will never break me. I am so driven to discover something far beyond my prison cell. The world must be a better place than this. And I will be the first to find it.

     Prisoner #57 dreams of a life beyond her cell. Her life has consisted of torture and abuse ever since her unfortunate birth. After eighteen long years, she has finally had enough. Her crime? Possessing the gift of flight.