In her young life, Kirsten heard the same things over and over. How fortunate she was to live in Las Joyas as the rest of the planet had been wasted by the storms. How thankful she should be to breathe the clean, healthy air of the domes rather than the dank, dirty dust of the underground villages. That she could have anything, be anything as soon as she paid off her corporate debt and became a real citizen.
But the blonde asset had questions. Why had the air left her so weak and sickly? How could one live under a dome and say what didn't exist on the outside? If paying one's debt was so easy, why were there so many old, unhappy slaves in Techview?
So when they told her that the Boko Witch was taking assets who didn't behave as they should, Kirsten decided to stick with what she knew.
She knew her mother loved her more than life itself.
She knew that being the daughter of a slave was worse than being a slave.
And anyone could call themselves a witch until the real ones arrived.