My legacy runs deep in the scars of my soul. I was the forgotten one. Unknown by anyone in my family - my real family. Stolen at birth from my drug addicted mother, I never got to grow up with my twin sister Eve. Why I was taken and she was left behind, I will never know, nor will they be able to tell me, that I made sure of. Knowing some integral piece of me was missing - I went searching. Where my search led me to, was her crumpled dead body, wasted without ever having our connection. The family of men I was kin to, were used to servitude from their women. They should've thought first before they broke my sister, throwing her away like a rag doll. Now they will meet their next generation, and the fury that comes with it.