She wiped her brow with her right arm before pulling her sleeves to her elbows revealing a simple black tattoo on her left forearm. The characters "23C9T798Z" had been etched into her skin the day she was born. It was a part of her. It was her name. Two-3, as her family called her, had always had questions. Did she voice them? No. No one questioned things, but she knew she wasn't the only one with doubts. Or was she? Her father had vanished years...