Punching the bag in front of her made Emmy feel a release of tension that she hadn't felt in some time. She didn't know why this exercise was so calming to her, but it helped her to sort through the things she had recently gone threw and figure out how to make it in this world. You see, Emmy has always been a fighter. From the moment she was born, she was unwanted, cast away by her own mother and abandoned at a local firehouse. The fireman there had rescued her and proceeded to place her into the foster care system where she would stay until she was fourteen.

The foster care system had been hard and she had been moved from home to home. No one could understand where the young woman had come from and thus didn't understand why she was so angry at the world. She just wanted to be accepted and she couldn't find that. And so, at fourteen, Emerson left and never looked back. All she carried with her was a few changes of clothes and the backpack on her back with a few necessary supplies.

Her time on the streets had been hard. She had learned to steal and hunt, trying her best to make ends meet doing odds and ends jobs for some of the local shopkeepers. She lived under bridges and in shelters, trying just to keep safe from the weather. Eventually, she found solace with a group of people who had come from such similar circumstances. She had met a boy named Alex who taught her how to survive. He loved her and she loved him. They were happy together...until a week ago.

There had been no warning, no storm signal...nothing. The tornado had come out of nowhere and she and Alex had tried to remain safe as best they could. Alex covered her body when the roaring of the storm got so close it was deafening. He had protected her from the collapse of the small apartment they had been living in. After the roaring had finally stopped, Emmy loosened her hold on Alex and slowly opened her eyes. She was met with rain coming through the collapsed roof. She blinked, looking around. Alex had been impaled from some debris and it broke Emmy's heart to see him laying there, lifeless. He had given his life for her.

By the time she had gathered herself and left the body of her one true love, the police and fire department were already coming to help victims. Emmy didn't want their help. They hadn't helped her at all in her time as a runaway. She grabbed her sword and her backpack and left the small building before buying herself ticket to Sacrosanct. Alex had always spoken of this place with such awe and passion. He had friends and family here that deserved to know that Alex had passed.

So naturally, when Emmy found herself in this abandoned warehouse, she couldn't help but think about Alex and wonder if this had all been a mistake. At least punching this bag gave her a way to blow off anger and steam that she didn't realize she had pent up. However, there was something eerie about this place...almost like she was being watched. Luckily for Emmy, she still carried a knife on her person that was easily accessible.

She couldn't shake that feeling that someone was watching her and soon, there were thoughts in her head that she hadn't put there. Immediately she turned to face the black wolf, her hand hovered over the knife. "What do you want?" She hoped she wasn't rushing in on someone else's territory...but at the same time, she didn't really care. She needed a place to sleep and this was the best she had found. Emmy is not usually so gruff with strangers, but considering the shitty week she's had, she cannot even muster up the energy to be nice and friendly.