Sirena walked through the dark city of Portland, hiding underneath the hoodie she’d “borrowed” from a stranger. Police cruisers and EMTs raced past her as she walked the sidewalk briskly. Things may have gotten a bit out of hand. She may have lost control, just a little. But the rage she felt when she saw the collars on the males and females – she just snapped. Sirena didn’t technically kill anyone, but she didn’t stop the victims from killing anyone. Does that make me a bad person?
No. Sirena stumbled slightly. There was that voice again – that voice that sounded nothing like Haydee and a lot like Sirena’s. But it wasn’t her voice. Was it?
She sighed. Sirena was exhausted and beginning to lose it mentally – hearing voices. She hadn’t slept in days, being she was too scared to sleep. W
