I am prey.

I am not seeking pity. I am simply stating a fact.

I am small and weak; I am an omega.

A prize that men go to war over.

For a year, I have hidden in a distant corner of the Empire.

But I am running out of food, and my options are dwindling.

Leaving was meant to be a decision for tomorrow.

But tomorrow’s choices never come.

Because tonight, they find me.

Strangers.

Men who know what I am.

Tonight, I understand one thing: I can no longer hide.