[Shifting to Third Person]<br/><br/>The former resident of hell walked from the café, mind wandering. Who is she? Better question, who was she today? In hell, a list of those on their way down exists. Fucking bureaucracy. Turning left, she walked two blocks and then turned down an alleyway where a woman lay dead of a heroin overdose. She was in the passenger seat of a rusting, high mileage 1990s Honda Accord. Not coincidentally, the young woman looked identical to the half-demon escapee. Vietnamese, early twenties, slender, the girl looked too young to be kicked out of life. But the half-demon simply took the woman’s purse, glancing through it, focusing on the deceased woman’s passport and other identifying documentation.<br/><br/>“I’m Mai Luong,” she told herself slowly. Mai knew something of the girl’s unfortunate history. An orphan who paid a snakehead to transport her. Working as a prostitute in a massage parlor. Mistreated, unhappy.   Pulling the dead girl from the passenger seat, she shifted the body into a large tan dumpster.<br/><br/>Then, focusing on her inner rage, she began to fashion a rune. Once formed, she quickly closed the lid to the dumpster as a dull whumph sounded and the girl’s body vanished into ash. The half-demon now known as Mai Luong, quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard or smelled the impromptu cremation. Then she got into the Honda Accord and looked for the keys.<br/><br/>But when she started the car, she made an unfortunate discovery. Mai had learned to drive in the  sixties and she’d only driven manual transmission vehicles. Frowning, she stared down looking for the gear shifter. The vehicle was an automatic transmission and she’d never driven one and barely understood the concept. Surely, she could figure this out.