Tali, a pretty 18-year-old girl with dark red hair hanging in a braid to her hips, hid in the corner of the tiny, rundown building that used to house the church in which she'd grown up. She clung to a decaying statue, weeping, as the sun set behind a broken stained glass window. She rubbed a hand on her ripped blue jeans and pushed a strand of hair out of her face as she wondered what would happen to her.