When I was young, I had nothing. Family, friends, kindness...they all eluded me. That was, until I met them. They took me in, gave me shelter, purpose, even love. For a while it was paradise. I was happy, content with my life. It was great, if a bit odd at times. I couldn't have asked for anything better. But like most good things in my world, it came to an abrupt end. An awful, bloody abrupt end. That's not how I plan on leaving it. I want whatever, or whomever caused my world to fall apart to end too. I want my tormenter to suffer...and I'll do anything to make sure it happens.

My name is Trixie Lulamoon. This is my story.

(Hooray for unoriginal Trixie ideas.)