Point of view: Annie
I sit at my desk and start to do work. Christopher has yet to arrive. But my mind is in turmoil. I am having intuition that something is going to happen but I don't know if it would be either bad or good.
The moment I came from his house yesterday. I am a mess. I keep thinking about how they know about my mother. I was very young when they died, but I have their picture which I saved with me without getting anyone's notice.
It is a rule in our organization to cut off all the ties from our origin before joining the organization. I also did. But I could not throw this picture. This picture was taken on my birthday. I don't remember anything but all I know is that some friends of my parents used to come who were very close to them. And according to Mr. Anderson, it was those friends who killed my parents and they were werewolves. I also would have died if…