Cheyanne pulled the borrowed shirt of pink cotton as she left through the window. Her skin was returned to its soft cream color and her dramatic eyeliner was reapplied. With the scent of blood out of her nostrils, she began the cumbersome journey to find her older sister. Winding through the noisy streets, she nearly lost the scent before there was a break in the crowd. And a shriek that nearly froze the non-existant blood in her veins.