Phalanx Blood

You can't know my real name, or even where I live. They would hunt you down for that information. But I have to tell my story. My life is a mess because on my 16th birthday, I donated blood to the Red Cross--perhaps a slight deviation from your typical cake and ice-cream day. But in no time, I'm offered millions of dollars for just a sample of my blood. I have to make my parents disappear before they come for me.