Trouble. I hit it with my car... Then I carried her home. Taking care of her wounds with my own dark depravity. Her scars tell a story, burns, cuts...some old...but there are some wounds that are fresh. So fresh they tell a dangerous, intriguing tale. One I'm captivated to learn. When she opened her eyes she didn't recoil like the others. Instead, she told me her name. Helene... There...