JESSIE
Of course, I'm connected to whatever is going on; that's the only thing that would make sense right about now. And it's not like I wanted to be connected to all this; I didn't ask for this, I didn't ask to be brought back to life either.
"The peculiar nytherkin who hasn't killed anyone yet," the woman in front says, her eyes haven't left my face since she got here. It's like she has a score to settle with me, but she should know that I have nothing to do with what's going on.
She's an older woman, way older than the other women who are following her. Some of them are young; they look like they could be in their twenties or at most in their thirties.
The leader looks good, though; she's dressed in a knee-length plaid shirt dress with long sleeves and a structured silhouette. Her hair is grey. It looks like she could be in her late sixties. She looks like someone who already has grandchildren.
