Spoiler: Character Face Claim Entry #112 - June 25, 2017 I had always wondered what it felt like to be completely oblivious to someone; to feel like you know them and yet, they have no idea that you even exist. I don't make it a point to be in the limelight, so I suppose I've been through it plenty of times before now, but there's something about him that makes this time different. He stood in front of us with the face of a savior - strong, brave, heroic - and we were there, in the mass of people that he was trying to save from the unspeakable hell that we'd found ourselves in. My mind should have been clouded by what he told us. It should have been broken by the information that was provided to us about the underground world that we had no idea existed until today. It should've been shattered when they wiped all of that from our minds and left us to go about our day to day routine. But it didn't. The image of him is burned into my mind. I don't know what his name is, but I'm going to find out. Something has changed, today. Something is different. I am not the same person that I was, and this man, whoever he is, will be the only way that I'll be able to figure this whole thing out. What did they want with us? What were they looking for? Who were they expecting to find? Those are all of the questions that I have tonight as I write this entry. I'm hoping to have more information soon, but until then, I'd best lay low and act like nothing happened. After all, I'm the only one that remembers. - C Three months later.... Charlotte Greene walked down the epicenter of Chicago. The high rise buildings covered the stars in the sky, but the lights from the streetlamps made it easy to navigate. There were people that walked down the streets, couples cuddled into embraces that looked warm and comfortable, strangers lowering their eyes so they didn't make contact with others as they passed one another. Everything was normal on the outside. Everything seemed calm, collected, and just another fall night in the Midwestern city. Charlotte knew better, and she huddled into her leather jacket to keep the cool chill from hitting her bones. Winter was going to be upon them before too long, and that would mean snow and that life would slow down a bit. But Fall had more activity than many people gave it credit for, and that was exactly why Charlotte found herself wandering down the streets toward Navy Pier, at an hour much later than normal. "Hey sweetheart," A rough voice came from the side of a building as she passed by on the opposite side of the street. "You out here all alone?" She continued walking, huddling in deeper into her jacket if that were even possible. She wasn't out here for men like him. She was out here for something more sinister; something that would give her answers that would explain what had happened to her three months ago. "Come on now, don't be like that, baby. Why don't you just come on over here and I'll keep you warm?" He started to move and Charlotte picked up her pace, walking faster to reach her destination or at least put herself into a safer spot than the one she was currently in. The man followed, however, and eventually, Charlotte found herself running, chest heaving as she prayed for a miracle to get her out of this. She dove around the edge of a nearby building, dug through her purse, and found a can of pepper spray that her mother had always insisted that she bring with her. Charlotte held the little can of safety next to her chest, closing her eyes to calm her racing heart as she waited impatiently to see if the man would follow her to her hiding spot. It wasn't long before she heard his heavy footsteps slowing and coming to an almost stop near where she was hidden. His words called out to her, reaching her in a way that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on it's ends. "Don't play so hard to get, Sweetheart. I'll make sure you get home in one piece." There was a dark laugh that didn't sound normal to her, something more sinister than the sinister she'd seen in movies. She felt frozen, unable to think, much less act for a few long seconds. But Charlotte hadn't survived what had happened three months ago to be taken advantage of like this. She had to get to the meeting point. She had to get more information on the man that had saved her life and the individual that was responsible for whatever the Hell she was now. This wasn't a game of vampires and werewolves. There were more layers to it, more layers that apparently applied to Charlotte. The thought of her new life made the scars in her right forearm throb. They had been her saving grace. They had been the very thing that had kept her from being a sheep like the rest of them. "One...." She muttered to herself, readying the mace in her fingers so that she could leap out and surprise her possible assailant. "Two...." Another deep breath and her hands started to shake. There was a burst of adrenaline as she shouted "Three!" and leaped from around the building, mace in position to spray directly at the creepy man. Charlotte stopped short, though, looking at the scene before her. Instead of the man that had called her 'sweetheart', he stood there, hands on his hips and a look that burned her straight through to the core. Backing up into the building behind her, her mace never lowered and his gaze never left her. This was not what she had planned. This was not how she wanted to meet him - out here in the night, no one there to hear her scream if he decided that she was more of a liability to him than anything. Charlotte swallowed hard and straightened her back, desperate to put on that strong facade that she had almost perfected in the three months following the changing of her life. A quick clearing of her throat, and she spoke - her voice firm and solid, thankfully, in the uncertain air of this unexpected encounter. "What are you?"