Ever since my parents died, I ran. My sister, Vanessa, accompanied me until she disappeared. I was there. Blood stained his dark cloak, the same blood that had coursed through my parents, until he showed up. He was there, then she wasn't. I ran.

I had just moved to a new town. My dark hair was hidden inside my own black hood. My pale skin was hidden. Only my blue eyes shone brightly in the dull morning light.

The city smelled of rotten smoke. People pushed past me on their way to the bus stop, or the airport, or whatever. Tourists took pictures everywhere. It was like they couldn't see me. But I knew they did.

I felt the stares follow me everywhere I went. I didn't care. I wasn't staying for long in this disgusting dump of a city. There was a chill in the air, and it felt like it felt when he abducted Vanessa. But he couldn't be here. Not here.

It would be a tough night out on the streets of San Francisco. Even in the late afternoon, wind nipped at my face.

I finally found a deserted place.

Well, almost deserted.

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