She packs herself a little sack, puts a can of pepper spray in her pocket and out the door she ventures. Emma’s heart pounds frantically after taking her first step out the door…she takes a deep breath and turns to walk down the street. The trees were blowing in the wind…the clouds were parting enough for the sun to peer through…Emma looked up towards the sky and briefly smiled. She stood there for a moment…eyes closed…feeling the presence of a man standing alongside her. Emma couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes…for if she did, he would be gone.

This poor young girl…it’s simple to think she’s just a naive little thing…broken and fragile. Her eyes are the window to her soul – a window permanently stained. However deep you look into them, the real Emma shall remain hidden…behind the shadows…protected from the world. She ventures out of her house at times, making sure to use the utmost of caution. Danger can lurk anywhere…and she knows how deadly that can be.