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Vignette - So It Begins
Dramatis Personae Anette
In Absentia	Friday, March 27, 2020 A mother is prepared to go to hell and back (Part of the Future Past TP)
Location Abandoned Warehouse
The warehouse had been abandoned ages ago. The ownership had been lost for years and it has since fallen into absolute disrepair. Like many parts of the city, there’s no saving it. It’s scheduled to be torn down in the coming weeks but for now, it’s still here. In the last year, Anette has been attacked, starved, threatened, beaten, kidnapped, imprisoned, and released. Even now, she’s homeless, her clothes torn to shreds. Her skin is sickly white and clings to her body, who knows when she last had a full meal. The dark circles beneath her eyes have almost become a permanent fixture. Every ounce of logic screams for her to leave the city, to escape somewhere quiet, begin a new life. But that’s not an option. Wrapped in a tattered blanket and wearing every item of clothing she could find in a dumpster or alley, Anette carefully makes her way through the near ruins. She kneels down in a pile of rubble and begins digging until she finds a stack of papers, carefully bound together with bits of string. She pulls them out and lays them out in front of her. On the papers are names, hastily scribbled with a variety of tools. Some have extensive notes detailing aliases, addresses, abilities, resources, anything she could find out on that person. Some look as if they had been studied but are suddenly scribbled over. Dead. Some, however, are just a name and a giant question mark. One in particular catches Anette’s attention and she picks the paper up, staring at the only name listed that isn’t crossed out – Daken. Something about her seem tense or worried, until she shifts the papers around and picks out a photograph. It’s a newborn, wrapped in a blue blanket and smiling happily, a chubby bundle of robs. Beneath him, the tips of wings can be seen peeking out from the blanket. Anette stares at the picture for several minutes, a soft smile gracing her face even as tears fill her eyes. Suddenly, she shoves the photograph in her pocket and buries the paperwork beneath the rubble again. Dropping the blanket, she stretches out her wing to full width, giving two strong bursts before rising into the air, flying out a large hole in the ceiling.