It had started years ago. Training a weapon meant her father brought in the toughest and one day, it had gone very wrong. He'd clawed her near in half before setting on her with his jaws, broke her leg in two places before Cain had been able to kill the man and haul him off her. She had been ten, but for some reason the changes hadn't hit her like this until now.

Drugs from Cain, maybe. Something to keep her docile enough that she slept straight through it all only to wake up tired and covered in bruises she didn't remember getting and no explanations. Maybe the fact that things only got this bad after she finally got the courage to run away from him should clue her in, but it doesn't. It hasn't yet, anyway. Maybe someday.

For now, she winces and pushes herself behind the stove a little more, weak enough that she knows she stands no chance against him. When he asks if she's hungry her stomach lurches, threatening to expel her last meal - a cheap burger, thank you. But she gets a handle on it, lifts her face to look at him with hope in her eyes.

"Are you here... to kill me?"