After being lost. After being left behind by her own kind. There was no set future. No home. Nothing. She was left to discover the world on her own. Although after many years, by this time she already recognized and knew all too well what her surroundings consisted of. But now it had become a habbit of hers to keep traveling. Still no home. It did not bother her though. It made things much less complicated. She did not need to worry about being hunted. About being recognized. No, there were no worries. Only a day or two at most, and then she was gone. And this was day one in this location. She sat silently on a stool by the bar. Waiting for the perfect prey.