Our world wasn't normal. No one knew that except for us. My parents started a company to protect the world from the unknown and the impossible. We were called the P.S., or the Protection System. The supernatural was real, and it was our job to put them away and keep them a secret. The monsters could NOT be reasoned with. They were smarter, faster, better. Well, my plans went down hill as soon as he showed up and my parents mysteriously disappeared. He was the better version of humanity, and I didn't understand it at the time, but he was meant to be here with me, to love me, to cherish me, to hold me. At least that was what I kept on telling myself at night as he slept with me underneath silky sheets and kissed my forehead with an insane amount of gentleness. He would never hurt me, but I couldn't say the same from me to him.