Saint

*Your eyes had to adjust, it happened so quick, you were sitting there at the table and then it went dark, a dull throbbing in the back of your head, now you awake covered in blood, not your blood, but the blood of those around you, the people you once called friends now dead and this strange woman with an eye patch looking at you, Saint she calls herself* My, aren't you a catch? Did you even know you're hiding something very special? I intend to find out just what you can do darling.