Bria walked through the door causing the bell to ring as it opened. She silently cursed herself for forgetting about it. N would have a fit if he realized that she had been wandering around on her own. But it wasn't really her fault. Ever since the attack, Bria had felt the urge to just go out and run. It helped her clear her mind. Though it didn't help erase the events that happened about a week ago, it helped her figure out how to move on in her new life. She looked around the deserted restaurant. It wasn't really a restaurant; it was just their cover so that nobody knew what really happened at 755 New York Ave in Brooklyn. In truth, the restaurant was the front of the headquarters for the New York City Shadow Runners. The little group prided themselves in being the only Runner group in the Big Apple. They were a mixed bunch but she liked them. And although the way she got into the group wasn't really that pleasant, she often found herself reliving it. She had just walked in the door from school and was turning to lock the door behind her when she had heard a noise. It was sort of a thump and the a slither. Immediately, her senses went on high alert. She had whirled around and looked for the source of the noise. Everything about it had screamed of danger and she had been right. As she turned, she saw a very large, very snake-like thing standing in the hallway. Surprisingly, Bria didn't scream. She immediately turned and ran into the kitchen grabbing the first knife she saw as if she had done this all her life. As soon as the knife was in her hand, she felt like she knew exactly what to do with it. The rest of the "battle" had gone black but she did remember waking up looking at very big brown eyes. She didn't know it then but that was Drake. Since the attack they hadn't really talked much but he had told her that she had killed the thing in her house which he had explained was a Sephet Demon, one of the more dangerous kinds of demons. He had said that he found her standing over the body of the Sephet and was continuously stabbing it even after it was long since dead. He didn't tell her what it had looked like and she imagined that after repeated stabbings it was probably very messed up. Bria was snapped out of her mind when she heard a click coming from the door behind her. She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut before turning around to face whoever had caught her. She just prayed it wasn't N or Conners. She would never hear the end of it if one of them caught her sneaking back in at 1 in the morning.