The world is divided to two types of people.

The 'Sinners' and 'Mortals' exist.

The sinners used to be mortals until they had sold their soul to the devil, a process of which no one knows how (Even the sinners themselves), they have powers, ranging from saving someone to dangerous ones. And the mortals were normal human being, ones of which who do not have powers.

And although there isn't much difference between the two, there had been war initiated by the Sinners due to the unjustifiable favor of the government towards the Mortals, who in their opinion were inferior to them.

Fortunately, everyone started to accept once difference, after 10 long years of way, and they lived in harmony.

Until...

He gasps in fear as he looks at the dozens of soldiers, a good five meters away, circling him. They had tattooed cross on their necks. They march near him with leathers, whips, and tasers—that he was all too familiar with, in hand.

“You have no escape, child.” The person in the middle says, looking at him. He had a scar on the right side of his face that runs past his brow down to his cheek. He too, had a cross, the only difference was that it was engraved on his skin, like he was born with it. “You belong to me 029, I paid for you.”

“I don’t belong to you!” He growls, barring his teeth and balling his hands into a fist, his eyes a frozen fear as he tries to think of an escape.

 Anything.