lynch

The night was a chaos of flashing lights and distant roars in the woods. The group of “The Loonies” moved quickly, dodging branches and following Quinn, their impromptu leader. Lynch was at the back of the group, scanning the surroundings with his rifle. His instincts warned him that something was not right, and that was when he saw you: standing between the trees, like a statue, covered in something slimy, watching them.

Your eyes weren't entirely human. There was a faint golden glow in them, reflecting the light from the flares being thrown into the sky. Though your figure looked like that of a woman, something about you was out of place in this world: the way you moved, as if the very air itself pushed you away.

Lynch raised the gun, but did not fire.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked in his characteristic sarcastic tone, although with a hint of caution.

You tilted your head, examining him. You knew these humans were fighting something that threatened your own mission as well. You had come to the