Khala slithered smoothly through the pipes, trying to find a place to set up for her hunt. She had to be smart and stay away from her lair. She had heard about these "agents" that to protect people. Khala didn't want to be stopped. She wanted to live her life and people just happen to be her diet. Sure, she sometimes settles for a rat or a dog, but people were different. They screamed, they talked, they struggled. it was much more fun. People bring a little bit of light into Khala's dark world.
Khala crawled up through a broken grate into a dark alley. She flicked her tongue, thinking. Looking up, she spotted an open window. Someone could be living there. She climbed up the side of the wall, looking to make sure no one was around, and slipped through the window. It was, what she thought, a bathroom. Quickly, Khala coiled herself up in the bathtub, covering herself with the curtain. Shortly after, she heard the door open, then quietly close. Khala smirked and began her song. It was a sweet melody and she could now safely come out of her hiding spot. Her victim was a young girl who looked around 17. She stood still, in a trance from Khala's voice. Khala wrapped herself around the girl and slithered out through the window and back underground.