...Would you be nice to someone whos a rapist? A murderer? Murderer of their own kid too...

...someone who permanently mutilated someone that trusted & loved them...

...what about someone wanting little Peter dead...

Fat tears rolled down Camille's face as she sat in the corner of her closet, clothes that wouldn't fit her too-small body brushing the top of her head. The louver doors were mostly closed so that only the barest bits of light shone through the slats, allowing her to hide. Ama was going to be looking for her, she knew that, and the teenager wasn't cruel enough to lock the door.

Caroline, in her desire to protect one of the people that she loved from the monster that was Lawrence, had hurt the poor girl instead. It would have been enough to simply say that he had hurt people, that he wished little Peter harm. Rape? Murder? Of his own family?!

The brunette tried to reconcile this with the man who had been so nice. A little strange, a bit too friendly, but still not anything especially new. Maman's boyfriends had been becoming more and more interested in Cami over the past few years. But he was married. Not a threat!

You should punish him. Make him suffer for making her hurt you. For hurting others. Demand justice. The voice was not her own but it was coming from around her. Or inside of her? In the darkness of the closet there was a quiet clatter as the longbow filled up the small space, runes glowing purple in the dim light. That is what we do. We're revenants. We bring them to justice when others will not. Lead me and I will make him pay!

That was how Caroline found her: pressed up against the wall, trying to get away from the weapon that had chosen her, and eyes red from crying. Waking up in a strange place had been awful, then wonderful, and now it was just plain terrifying.

What in the world was this place?!