From the moment she could remember, Isella had known she was different. Not because anyone had told her so. The streets had little patience for mysteries, and even less for strange children. They cared only whether you could outrun hunger, thieves, or winter. Yet something about her had never fit the mold of humanity.

Gaella always felt alone, being on the heavier, chubbier side never won her any lookers. But as she entered the warehouse in search of a companion from the Demi-humans market, she never knew she would have found her future