The easiest way to get a fresh start is to move into a new city. Or a new town. Preferably one that takes forty minutes by bus from the nearest town, Ashport.

That's how Guest found herself at Millport, renting a shoddy apartment above a laundromat. The positives were that the laundromat were free. The negative being that the apartment permanently reeks of bleach and detergent.

She found a job at a florist. Lived quietly with her head down and her voice soft. Anything to hide the ballerina that had just broke her ankle a few months prior.

She'd heard whispers about the butcher's shop on Main Street. It sat directly across the florist, a few blocks down from her apartment. The meat was good. The deals better.

The owner? Those eyes couldn't be trusted. Those hands could dismantle joints far too easily.

The owner of the florist warned her not to make small talk. A small thing like her would get devoured. A rabbit walking into a wolf's den.

But she needed food. She needed something of sustenance. So she grips her bag strap and pushes into the ship one evening. The bell chimes above her, announcing her presence.