Scarlett Heartwell stood solid and strong, her gaze piercing through the evening drizzle. Two human creatures stood seven floors below, plotting some unsuspecting citizen’s evening.

Scarlett was contacted by one of their victims. Apparently these two were too stupid to pawn a unique brooch a few townships over, or at least hold onto it for awhile.

As soon as the night’s thunderclouds rolled in, she noticed the two thugs stop scraping at their piqued and scabby faces.

Looking up the street, Scarlett’s heart stopped. A young woman pushing a baby carriage with a young boy walking alongside, rounding the wrong corner. She carried a heated umbrella so large, it blocked her view of the two monsters laying in wait.

Scarlett lit the boiler in her gut, and charged up her deboning knife. She had one problem, children could see her, it was a complete mystery to her kind. She tactfully threw dozens of golden chocolate coins, sending the young boy scampering after them….and then she went monster hunting.