Lola was walking down the streets of new york when she saw a lonely little girl just sitting there and she reconized the girl as the one her boyfriends cult of vampires had attacked a few months ago.

Pinkie sat on the curb of a street staring out into space, her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hands. Her doc martens had been scuffed almost all over, her tights had holes in them. Most of the clothes she wore were clothes she had stolen from her sister's closet a few months after they were all attacked by vampires. What else could she do? She had no money and no one to turn to, she did what she could. Her silver hair was pulled back in a ponytail due to the heat and humidity in the air.