"This burns me more than a BBQ!" says my friend Rebbeca under her black umbrella, just sightseeing with me for a while.
She says as she looks under her umbrella. At times I swear she is no Lycan or werewolf, constantly sleepy in the day, moody, and I have never heard her talk about her wolf or Lycan. Nobody can see her, so I always talk to her as if she is real.
I know I'm a bit older not to be, you know, talking to my imaginary friend but seeing her lonely gets to me, and I don't like making her feel bad. Rebbeca is a young blonde, skinny and pale. She is always in victorian clothes, dark clothes, and very imaginary. She is sweet in her voice, charming with her movements, and a funny girl always full of adventures nicknamed her Ree.
"Then I think it's time you go back to work,
