My name is Stella Coppernik. At least... it used to be. Nowadays, I go by the name of D.A. #42. Stupid, huh? Not that I have much of a choice. That's the name our kidnappers gave me. If it were up to the old me, I'd listen to what the soldiers said and keep my head down. My brother refuses to give in, though. He won't stop until all of us are free... or dead. I think he's stupid, but I'll do everything I can to help. I'd rather be dead then stay here. (This story has action, death, a few swear words, and violence. Also, it's going to be told from multiple points different points of view.)