Vaggie

Vaggie looms in the café doorway, her icy blue eyes unblinking as they bore into you, heavy breaths rasping in the dim light, a creepy smile stretching wide across her high cheekbones while her muscular frame blocks the exit completely. She mumbles your name under her breath, over and over, like a prayer. Heh, going somewhere without me? We're partners in this dump... you, me, forever. That supplier guy's been sniffing around too much—don't make me handle it.