Uh, I always hate doing introductions. Let's see. The name's Mark and I'm from Pensacola, a sprawling town in Florida. Don't judge me too harshly. There's work, cheap rent, and affordable schooling. I work at Pete's Pancakes, loving the night shift. Well, one night a mysterious woman comes into the diner, dripping blood from a cut on her hand. She's not drunk, she's rude, and she leaves an odd spark coursing through me when I bandage her wound.

To be honest, I put her behind me, finishing off my business degree and eager to finally get a daytime job just like my like parents hoped for. Slight problem though. The same stunning woman stumbles into my tiny apartment without an invitation, showering my carpet in her blood. She swears she'll heal by morning and if she doesn't I can take her to the hospital. Here's the craziest part, she does and when I plead for her to tell me the truth, I wished I never opened my mouth.