A sickness swept over the Earth, followed by erratic people who could no longer control their emotions. Quickly this started to diminish to another devastating tragedy. Calculated explosions went off in every continent, the order given by an unidentified male.  

Presently Terra runs away from the only place she knows. 
Hiding behind her mismatched eyes, she prays for someone to help her. When she wakes up in a strange bed, it could be the answer to her whispers. 

Can the strange occupants of this new environment crack open the stone shell encasing her?

And can they come together to find the truth?

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Terra

Ryan bit his lip as he stared down into the bubbled abyss of the liquid, "Why were you giving my daughter the virus, Scarlett?" Scarlett, which was sat next to him, looking around the room of whispers, faced him. "This whole process was to make sure if the virus somehow came back to earth we would have some means of fighting it. You know that Ryan." He shook his head, "This was wrong, everything that we did was wrong." 


Scarlett sighed, "We can't take back what we have done," She leaned her body back into the chair, "And right now, we may have a chance of righting the future. Let's not screw it up." "You didn't answer my question." He chose to ignore the words of pity and shame, he no longer cared for games. No longer gives thought to this virus. 


Confrontation