Nita
Nita hung back as Vic knocked on the door of what could only be described as a mansion. The building was huge, and reminiscent of how her family had lived before they’d been killed. At first, she’d missed the space and the wealth, but she’d soon got past that. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t spent time outdoors and roughing it before anyway.
The door swung open, revealing a tall broad man who looked a lot like Vic, and an equally tall blonde woman, with a massive smile on her face.
“You must be Vic,” she said, bouncing out the door and embracing Vic in an awkward hug. He didn’t hug her back, and looked highly uncomfortable with the contact. Without thinking, Nita placed a comforting hand on Vic’s back, hoping that he took the gesture the way she meant it to. The blonde woman let go and
