Chapter 1
It was the dead of night when this charming, quiet, unsuspecting town got an exotic outsider: excited untameable red hair, skin as black as tar or darker than mud, heterochromatic eyes (left-white, right-red), muscular but not bulky, flat chest, red dress under a bland brown trench coat, flip-flops, mushroom earrings, and a boring brown suitcase clutched in his right hand.
Strutted into town with purpose.
No noise came from the suitcase, ever, but you could swear that it was weighty. This man is here on a Vision, you see, from long, long ago. To stay, to help, to have fun. To come and go as he pleases. Now to find his role and shelter. By morning, he found a shack in the woods to hide themselves and the bonked PE teacher. A convenient source of blood, and a job to steal. Wait a few days of panic, then enter in.
Then to find the hustle and bustle of the town.
But not before shoving the body in the case! Fateena knows what to do!