SAIGE

Saige Galloway has no one. She bounced from foster home to foster home, never finding her place. She did know her mother, well she didn't know her but she knew of her. She knew she was a desperate teenager who got pregnant on accident by some douchebag who probably left her the second he found out. She knew her name was Lora Galloway and that's about it. Her father was unknown, no name was on the birth certificate and Saige didn't care enough to look. Now Saige is a twenty-six-year-old college graduate with a degree in forensics. Working a shitty job at the 40th precinct in the Bronx. Saige knew there was something wrong with her, the second she killed that poor cat, by accident of course. She accidentally ran it over when it appeared suddenly from the street. After getting out of her car she just stared at it with no sign of sadness or remorse. As she drove away she wished something else jumped in front of her car, something bigger than just a cat.

Chloè Pearson grew up in a stable home with loving parents who supported her in everything, except her career choice. She'd spent her whole childhood living on Long Island and going to private school, went on to go to college, and graduated with a major in psychology and a minor in sociology. She's now working in the 40th percent in the Bronx as a detective. Her parents weren't pleased, they wondered how a smart and loving girl with a major in psychology and a minor in sociology decided to become a detective and on top of that a detective in the city. Chloè understood where her dear parents were coming from but in all her thirty years of living, she only wanted to do one thing. To help people. Even if it meant working a shitty job with bad pay. All her life she looked down on herself for watching the news and seeing the horrible things happening but never having the strength of doing anything about it. She decided to change the world. And boy was she wrong.

Warning: Mention of blood, weapons, killing, and gore.