Episode 0 "That's The Spirit" (Mikah)
The dank and dark tunnels of the sewer had a stench of gas and mold that would chase most people right up the manhole cover they cautiously entered from, but not Rachel Calloway. She was on the hunt.
Rachel had been tracking one of the women responsible for the tragedy that had made her into what she is now.
Melissa Snyder.
The name filled Rachal with revulsion. Melissa had been the one responsible for recruiting impressionable people, ripe for sacrifice and other stomach churning activities, and was the very person who drew Rachel to the cult that stole her life from her in the first place.
Rachal had pursued her across several states; each time Melissa had narrowly evaded her grasp. She was well connected, Melissa, and she had friend of all sorts. Dregs from the lowest that humanity had to offer as well as the upper echelons of society had all been aiding and abetting her. Not just humanity, Melissa had even the things that go bump in the night keeping her hidden. Rachel had killed all the ones that she could catch that had knowingly provided Melissa their aid. Some didn't know Melissa's true nature. These she spared. Those that did know were...less fortunate.
Now, Rachel was getting close. She had bumped into Melissa on accident following a lead here in Chicago. There was a club called The Abattoir where the supernatural of the city all rubbed elbows under Accord provided Neutral Territory. Rachel had only meant to go there to sift through the rumor mill for Melissa's whereabouts. Instead, she had literally bumped into her on her way to the bar.
Melissa's friends, some suckheads, had come to her defense. However, all were quickly reminded by the staff of the utter annihilation and ruin that would fall on their heads if they decided to start anything within the walls of The Abattoir. Melissa and her friends made a quick exit and Rachal pursued.
The suckheads slowed her down but they were dust now. Melissa hauled her ass down a manhole cover. So, here we find Rachel, the Spirit of Vengeance, trudging through noxious fumes and grime of all kinds. Her black boots splash brown and grey water with every footfall in pursuit of the woman she would kill when she caught her. Her custom Zippo lighter the only source of light in the black.
Up ahead, a scream cuts through the darkness.
Melissa's scream...
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