Prologue:
A figure emerged from the darkness of an ally, squinting her ice blue eyes against the harshness of the sun. When she was able to open them she looked up up at the sky and sighed. Summer. I hate it. Shadow detested the heat and brightness. Not to mention her powers were always at their weakest during these times. She was removed from her thoughts by the stirring of two more bodies, lying deeper in the ally, shifting in their sleep. Need to get to work. She headed down the side walk, It was mid-morning so there weren't to many cars and people around. She kept walking until an opportunity arose to get some money. I wonder what the day will bring this time.