It was a warm sunny day in the city. The lingering cold of winter only reared its ugly head at night when temperatures dropped to near freezing. The corner cafe was busy, people coming and going as the work hours began for the day. A particular patron was a young looking woman sipping on her cup of tea and nibbling on a bagel. She had pale skin, her waist long raven hair was nearly braided down her back. Ice blue eyes that seemed to sparkle were full of depth and mystery. She wore a simple pair of jeans with black boots, and a burgundy and black crushed velvet corset top, with flowing open bell sleeves. With a soft sigh, she set her empty cup down, and pulled the newspaper closer to her face, ignoring the stares and whispers of the younger crowd who seemed to only poke fun at those different than themselves. If they knew the truth, they may not be so quick to make fun of her. Each day, it was harder and harder to control the anger that she tried to keep buried inside. She only hoped it would stay contained long enough until she could leave the city limits for awhile again.