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    So, for the next thirteen year, we tried to our best to survive. Our mother left some money in our provisions so I sent Koda to school to give him the best chance in life. He had gained a very unique personality. Had had become spunky, careing, and hyper. He always brought a smile to my face in the hardest times. His dog traits started to show a lot. He got floppy, brown ears with big, brown spots. The brown color was a perfect match to the color of his shaggy chocolate-brown hair. His ears were followed by a brown tail with a white tip. We found if we wore hats and tucked our tails into our pants, we could hide our traits easily.
With our new way to hide, I was able to get a new job at a facility for homeless people who can't get hire. I finally got enough money to support us. We still lived on the streets and could occasionally find an abandoned house or a house who's owners were gone. We could get by with buying enough food and life was pretty fun in that way. We always had an adventure to pursue. While Dakoda wasn't in school we would adventure to a run down train station, stranded in the wilderness. That was the main base for our gang, the Santo. Him and I fell away from them but we still took side with them. They were the only family we had. What else were we supposed to do.
Summer break for Koda started the next day and we had big plans. We got board of Idaho and decided to take a trip to Utah. Of course we would come back after summer but I thought we ought to see the world.
On our way, we detoured through Nevada. I decided to stop by a traveling circus and show Koda around. When we got there, it was swarming with people. One man caught my eye. He was almost 6'10 but had oddly short arms. As I walked passed him and what looked to be his daughter or something, considering they were having a conversation, a smell of vinegar was emanating from them but nobody else seemed to notice. Something about their clothing also made me intrigued. The girl was wearing a baseball cap and her father had a jumpsuit on. The jumpsuit was most interesting. It was the letters I.M.C. on the jumpsuit that my eyes were drawn to. As I focused to try to get a closer look, the girl glanced at me, her nostrils flared, and she turned to whisper to her companion.
The man started to come my direction and tripped as he got closer, almost pulling off my benne hiding my ears as he fell on top of me. I could fell him touching my head and I shoves him off. I got up, grabbed Koda by the arm, and started to speed-walk away.
    "Kagè, what's going on?"
    "I'll explain later. But right now, we need to go."
    I remembered why I had to run. "Always run from the I.M.C. They think our kind our freaks. They track us down, take us, and use us as their toys. They treat us like monsters. They are the International Monster Catchers," I remembered a mysterious hooded man had warned. I was only five And didn't understand. It was a few weeks before I was thrown out. Maybe my mom was afraid of the threat I soon would have faced. I pulled Dakoda along, searching for a place to hide. My eye brought attention to a house of mirrors. I ran towards it realizing the I.M.C. man was right behind me. I shot in the room and frantically looked around with anxiety. The door shut behind us and we stuck together. I didn't know what was happening or what was going to happen. The exhibit was a small room surrounded by mirrors with a few scattered mirrors to give an illusion. I thought that it was the lamest house of mirrors I'd ever seen, but that wasn't the point. We stood in the center were there was a large area of empty space. Our silence was followed by a few rotating clicks. I looked up but it was too late to run. Dakoda and I were now surrounded by a huge metal cage with rusted, steal bars. I clawed at them but it was no use. The monster had been caught