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Lanthe Christine Montour-Belrose. She was born in New Orleans, to a single mother who was far from ready for motherhood. Her father, a young French musician who happened to perform at the bar her mother worked for; they'd found themselves in each other's company and in the mix of young passion she was conceived. She was born long after her father returned to France, unaware of the fact he was a father. Her mother was bitter towards her new daughter and for five years talked about how Lanthe only wasted her hard earned money and youth, as well as how she wished she had never had her. One day her mother came home late at night, smelling sickeningly strong of alcohol and smoke. At two a.m. the young girl was ushered from her bed into the car where a bag of her clothes sat in the opposite seat. Her mother drove for what seemed an eternity to the young Cherub. When she peaked out of the car window she saw that they were parked in a church lot. In an icy tone her mother told her to sit on the steps with her bag until she came back. She waited for her mom until the sun rose and even then there was no sign of her. It hadn't taken long for her to realize, even at such a young age, that her mother wasn't coming back for her. It was an old looking church, nothing special about it at all. Not too big, not too pretty, just plain. The church ladies found her in the morning and took her in to call C.P.S. From there she was put into the system, bouncing from foster home to foster home. This is where she'd spend the next 11 years of her life, in and out of strangers homes. Besides all the moving, the rest of her childhood years were uneventful, she was "homeschooled" and raised as a Christian. She had little to no friends since she moved so often. Upon entering highschool, she was placed in a more permanent foster home and attended public school for the first time. There she met and fell in love with a boy, her best friend at the time. However, her immaturity led them to argue and she left, deciding she was old enough to leave on her own. Her plan was to find her father. While camping out in her car, a passer-by called social services. Alone and malnourished she was taken to a pediatric hospital for physical and psychological evaluation. It was a strange place, unlike any hospital or clinic she’d ever been to, and she was among the older of all the children admitted there. Cherub never went to another home after that, she was kept in the hospital saying that she was ‘mentally unfit to return to her home’. About three months into her stay she began to notice that one kid went missing every month or so, usually around dinner time. The caretakers and nurses assured those who noticed that they'd been checked out but they hadn't seen cars or visitors since Cherub arrived. One night before dinner, after months of children disappearing, Cherub herself was pulled by a caretaker into the clinicians office. "I just had my wellness check last week, Ma’am." She assured both the nurse and the caretaker at her side as she was ushered through some doors and into an elevator she'd never seen before. When she stepped out, it was dim and the blue tinted lights flickered, straining her eyes. The hallways seemed endless, it smelt sterile and was freezing but perhaps the most chilling thing was that besides herself and the two at her side, there wasn't a soul in sight. "W-what is this place?" With a slight push she was guided into a room, a computer screen displayed her name, age, blood type, even her hair and eye color. The room was full of sharp shiny metal tools and a chair with restraints. Panicked, she turned her head to see if running away would be possible, however the strangers at her side forced her into the chair and restrained her. "What are you doing!? I don’t belong here, let me go!" She was weak, trapped with no way to escape, and no one to hear her cries for help. The rest was a haze of fighting, screaming, and pleading. The last thing she could recall was her vision blurring and the sound of her own screams as her body burned and she lost consciousness. Things were of the same incoherent quality for some time, days, weeks; for all she knew she could have been laying there forever. Restraints hidden under her blankets kept her from leaving and a steady IV drip of God knows what kept her alive. Her desire to escape and live was all she had now. She had no idea of the joy and tragedy of the future that awaited her outside the clinic walls.

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