Fast food. Cheap motels. A life lived out of a duffel bag. For Anais Fox, that was normal. Raised by John Winchester after her father's death, she grew up learning how to shoot, salt, and survive-never quite a Winchester, but never anything else either. Hunting made her strong. Family made her stay, and somewhere along the road, she developed feelings she was never supposed to have.

As I stood in the dim lit alley way out of veiw from the CCTV's I heard the clicking of heels "click click click" , I could hear my pounding as the clicking sound grew closer and closer to me I grew increasingly anxious. The mask covering my face pared with my unsteady breathe made me feel like I was slowley suffocating. "ring, Ring, Ring" I reached to my pocket and tried to find my phone but I remembered that I had forgotten on my nightstand in my tiny apartment. I peeked around the corner to find a lady with long silky black hair standing beside the wall digging through her indigo chain bag with a pink bear plush attached to it. The woman brought out her phone that had stopped ringing she started to tap the screen and put the phone up to her ear "hello"...WARNING MATURE CONTENT