A thousand years of habits. A thousand years of relying on mugging people, of convincing them to give up their cash so they could live the easy life.Just a few bars, and that's all the sirens ever needed.

And in one night, all of it, is gone. They're mortal now, and must obey the rules that mortals do. They have no friends, no experience, and little in the way of safety nets. Even turning to each other for support is something they've never been great at.

But now it's either they figure it all out, or starve in an alley somewhere.

Warning: While the dark or tragedy tag are not here, the beginning of this is probably one of the harshest things I have ever written for one reason. It's realistic, or, it feels that way to me. No magic, no special gifts, no wacky setting. Just three girls, all who have issues with one another, trying to piece their lives back together.

Also, this story is comment driven, so if you want to suggest what the next step to recovery should be, or what you would like to see the three do in general, leave a comment, and it may very well become a reality.

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