She is alive, yet dead inside. Her mind is a graveyard of venomous thorns, of crushed skulls, of broken bones-it reeks of the smell of blood and desperate cries when death looms around the corner, she tried so hard to hide from the world. Well, can you blame her when everything ugly and monstrous are set to be eradicated from the surface of the living and be mercilessly thrown to the embers of fire? So, without doubts, she gave birth to lullabies and stories out of real life events with a portion of fiction-ones that would never be forgotten by anyone who dares to read the demons they had encountered and those that they are yet to face.