Lilika Anna Rain, the only daughter of James and Lily Rain. Her eyes stared blankly at the cops that walked into the room, another worked on cutting her down. To an outsider it easily looked like she had taken her own life. Her family sobbed softly from the hallway outside her bedroom. However, when you really looked at the room, there was nothing close by for her to step off of to hang herself. Things had been knocked over in the room and hidden under her school uniform was a symbol etched into her flesh of her tummy. They never found out who had killed her and the case went cold as her body lay in the ground with the rest of the dead. However, her soul had not been allowed to leave that house. Despite that curse, she could not lurk amount the living forever trapped in a limbo of darkness.

Her white grown with pearls around her neck, was the outfit her mother had picked for her to wear forever. It made her pale skin not look so pale against her dark brown hair. Even now as she lay there floating in the darkness, sleeping each moment, to day, to month, to year her icy blue eyes did not open. No pain could get her anymore she was untouchable. Her hair waved around her face as if she was floating on water, her hands were stretched out to her side, her chest not moving. But this peaceful state was going to end too soon for the young woman as her icy blue eyes opened wide, her mouth opening as she gasped for breath, the taste of blood on the tip of her tongue.

Panic filled her as her last memory came back to her. It was fuzzy but there. Someone’s hands wrapped around her neck, her fingers clawing at his face and hands as she could feel the pain in her chest. Everything was getting tighter in her chest, as the unthinkable was being done to her innocence’s. The pain had become too much and then everything faded away as she die staring up at the man who had murdered her. The next moment, as the memory faded into the darkness that clung to her body tightly, she struggled to take in air but didn’t feel the need to breath at all. She only felt like she had to because she was used to the movement. She couldn’t turn her head, she couldn’t move her arms or legs, but she could feel them all. It was so cold. She wanted to whimper as her eyes flickered around for something anything. She wanted to shiver it was so cold, but her body still wouldn’t move.

She struggled to move anything for a moment, before her focus shifted. It was like a faint sound could be heard in the silence of the darkness that felt like it was crushing her. She looked straight again, looking for anything in the darkness, but only found that faint sound getting louder and louder. It was her name, someone was saying her name over and over again. Her eyes flickered to the left before something hot as fire clamped onto her left wrist. Her eyes widened as a scream of pure fear rolled from her lips before she was tugged under water. Her scream cut short as her lungs chocked on something before shapes and random bright lights could be seen. The faint tinkering of every piece of glass in the building had shattered and fallen to the ground. Lilika gasped to breath as she tried to focus on what was going on. She was confused her head spinning as the air filled her body again. 

She then started to realize that she was sitting on the floor, her legs on either side of her hips her hands pressed between her knees on a white dress she had never seen before. She looked up from her hands and glanced around the broken, dusty home that was filled with strange looking teenagers. She parted her lips just about to speak when her wrist gave a sharp tug and her body went forward running right through the table. . . . but nothing had hurt.