The wind whispered, leaves rattled, and tiny droplets of dew shimmered in the predawn light. Inside of a perfectly normal house, a small girl lay huddled on an old cot. Her rickety bed trembled as she shivered and burrowed into the flimsy mattress. It was pitch black, the only discernable light coming from a pair of eyes. The girl snuggled into the night as if it was a blanket, one much better than the physical cover on top of her. But even that wasn't quite enough to chase away the chill of fear.