"Never give up, Jenn, you're strong, smart, and beautiful. It doesn't matter if they say you're crazy, and it matters less if they're right. You have a purpose in this world, and it's to protect the innocent people from demons," the voice told her.


Jenneko shook her head, confused. She didn't understand it. Here she was, sitting in the rain in a dark alley, broken, bleeding and defeated. As she sat there and thought, something happened for the first time since she was six. Warm, salty drops rolled down her cheeks, but they weren't rain. Taking a shaky breath, Jenn lifted her good arm to touch them. She was crying. Actually crying, something she hadn't done for eleven years. Jenn took another heaving breath, then uprighted herself lightly. Her body screamed in protest, and threatened to collapse on her again, but her mind told her to move. Supporting herself with the wall, Jenn staggered out of the alley, and rounded the corner. Her eyes set intently on the ground, as not to stumble, she hobbled slowly. The moon cast a soft, blue-white light on the earth below it, giving Jenn a soft, rain-filled aura. Her tears still streaming, the voice still talking, Jenn wished it would all go away. The voices. The pain. The fighting. The hurting.