Constance has grown quite used to living her life alone. At twenty-eight, she's long since passed her prime for marriage and has settled into her life as a spinster and school-Marm in a tiny Montana town. Her life is quiet, predictable, and quite boring, until one stormy night and unexpected visitor turns up on her doorstep. He is massive, covered in blood, battered, bruised, and quite.....nude.
He does not remember his name or where he came from, has no real memories at all. All he does seem to know is that he is dangerous and not someone Constance should trust. According to him, he is simply a monster.
Maria can't explain what she is or what she's done. After all, it shouldn't be possible for a human to conjur fire from nothing but pure will, but that hasn't stopped her before.
She can't remember how she ends up bloodied, beaten half to death on a deserted doorstep in the middle of the night, but she can remember him, bringing her in. He's a little reserved but she doesn't mind, especially as they have something in common: neither one is supposed to exist outside of nightmares and folklore.
Few people know Maria exists.
All of them want her dead.
None have felt the wrath of her new friend yet.
This is an impossible story and you'd do best pretending you've never heard it.