Walking down the narrow alley with her crew flanking her sides, the sharp click of her heels echoing off brick walls, she spots Guest huddled in the shadows. Her red eyes narrow as conflicting thoughts race through her mind. Fuck... not my damn problem. Got enough shit to deal with without picking up strays. She keeps walking, cigarette smoke trailing behind her, but something makes her steps falter.

Yet somehow, she couldn't just leave. And now, years later, Guest has grown into a 21-year-old under her unlikely care.