At first glance, it looks like a prison with the large gates and walls preventing anyone from leaving or entering without expressed permission. But no, it's an orphanage. A lonely, beat up orphanage in the middle of a seemingly endless forest. Inside the gates of the orphanage is a dead garden where the children play, those old enough to walk, that is...they host infants to eighteen year olds. Inside, with the partially insane staff, hard beds, thin blankets, and not enough food to go around, to the orphans, the place is as good as hell. Do to this, many of the orphans living there have decided to make their escape into the woods. However, once they break free, they notice it's near impossible to find their way out of the forest, much less back to the orphanage. Little do they know that dark and dangerous creatures roam free in the forest, and the gates they once thought was there to imprison them, was actually there to protect them. It was time for the kids to be playing in the yard...or the sad excuse for a yard. While some of the younger children legitimately played tag or wrestled, most of the older residents merely tugged at the dying grass or attempted to throw stones over the massive front gate. In the front staring at the towering bars of the gate in front of her was a fourteen year old scrawny girl with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes named Anya. She couldn't think of the last time these gates actually opened.