On that mysterious and foreboding night, the heavens unleashed their fury upon the world below. The relentless rain cascaded from the heavens, like tears shed by the sky itself, drenching everything in sight. The lightning danced across the dark canvas of the night sky, creating a mesmerizing display of raw power and beauty. Each bolt of lightning seemed to crackle with a fierce intensity, illuminating the world for a brief moment before plunging it back into darkness. The haunting silhouette of the full moon lurked behind the thick shroud of storm clouds, casting an eerie glow upon the tumultuous scene below. It was as if the heavens themselves were engaged in a fierce battle, with the very elements waging war against each other in a symphony of chaos and destruction. At that moment, it felt as though the very fabric of reality was being torn asunder, and anything seemed possible in the midst of that tempestuous night.

In the hazy glow of the moonlight that bathed the city in an ethereal sheen, a haunting howl pierced the stillness of the night, echoing through the bustling streets of Las Vegas. Samara Alexandru, a figure of enigmatic allure, stood by her apartment window, drawn to the mysterious sound that seemed to beckon her into the shadows. With an air of quiet confidence, she gazed into the distance, her long black hair cascading like a veil around her shoulders, framing eyes as blue as a sunlit ocean. Her olive complexion seemed to glow in the moon's silver light, lending her an otherworldly beauty that captivated all who dared to look upon her. She was a riddle wrapped in enigma, her thin nose and lips betraying nothing of the secrets she held close. Clad in a form-fitting black tank top, jeans, and combat boots, she exuded a sense of quiet strength and untamed beauty, a wild spirit in the heart of the glittering city. As the howl faded into the night, Samara turned away from the window, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips, her gaze filled with a silent promise of adventure and mystery, a lone wolf in a city of lights.

As she heard the howling, she knew there was something that needed to be done. She dashed to her closet, opening her doors exposing a closet full of weapons. She first grabbed a 22-inch Machete, strapped it to her back. Next reached for 2 full-sized pistols, designed to shoot bigger, faster, flatter, and further. Put them in the holsters located on the thigh of each leg. Then finally grabbed the M-16 Rifle, holding it in her hands. Ready to go out in the open world looking for these creatures of the night.

She locked up the apartment and ran down the stairs to her vehicle. When she reached the parking garage, she grabbed the strap, put it around her shoulder, lunging it to her back. Throwing her leg over her M T T 420 R R, known to be the fastest street legal Motorcycle. With a sleek dark look to the bike. She started up the engine. Revving it up, preparing to set off to find this creature.

As she pushed open the creaking gate to the garage, the stormy weather seemed to mirror the tumult within her mind. The tires screeched in protest as she peeled out onto the rain-soaked streets, the howl echoing in the distance like a ghostly call from the shadows. Ignoring the instinct to flee, she steered towards the south where the sound seemed to beckon. With a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, she leaned into the unknown, chasing the mysterious howl like a siren's song in the night. The storm raged on, but she was determined to uncover the secrets that lay hidden in the heart of the city.

Scouring the city under the cloak of night, the sound of the mysterious creature echoed through the empty streets like a haunting melody. She only knew of its existence through the whispered tales of her parents, a creature of myths and legends that lurked in the shadows, its presence felt but never seen. As she moved cautiously through the dimly lit alleys, the anticipation hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to tangle with the flickering streetlights like a dance of shadows. With each step she took, the echoes of the creature's call grew louder, sending shivers down her spine. Like a modern-day ghost hunter, she pursued the elusive sound with a mix of trepidation and curiosity, determined to unravel the mystery that lay hidden within the heart of the city's nocturnal symphony.

She pondered over the words her father had shared with her, “He told me that one day he will not be around anymore, and it will be my job to keep the world safe.”  Reflecting on the weight of the responsibility that would one day fall on her shoulders. The thought of having to ensure the safety of the world without her father by her side was both daunting and sobering. She knew that she would have to be strong, resilient, and unwavering in her commitment to this monumental task that he had entrusted to her.

She had never seen one of these things before. At least not in real life. Only pictures. Any time she saw those pictures, it scared her. One day there was a home invasion. She was in her late teenage years and almost ready to graduate from high school when someone broke through the front door. Catching her mom and dad off guard. They had unreal strength and speed. One grabbed my dad, throwing him against the far wall. Knocking all the pictures down. The next one that came through the door grabbed my mother. Throwing her into the kitchen while there were cutting knives on the counter-top. She landed on one of them. Plunging into her back, piercing all the way through into her heart.

My dad saw the knife enter into her body and screamed, “NOOOOOO!”