Sirena sat in the bushes, waiting for the store to finally close for the day. She relaxed once the human employee finally locked up for the night. Before moving from her spot, Sirena scanned herself once more. She was covered in black from head to toe, and the lack of street lights would make it ten times easier to blend with the darkness. The street was all but empty. The moon was just rising. Time to initiate plan…she wasn’t sure which letter she was on at this point. She would call this Plan F.
Sirena looked both ways before crossing the street and stood before a Chrystanthewaite’s Flowers store. She reached for the door handle when a knock caused her to jump in place. She looked up. A white male dressed as a security guard stared down at her, his bronze eyes glowing. “We’re closed,”
