WolfsBane

A loud banging sound could be heard from the trunk of an old car that was parked inside an abandoned warehouse.
The inhumane rocking of the car was accompanied by a muffled scream.

"Shhh... Be quiet..."

One said as she slowly opened the trunk and pulled the poor lady out from it. The two suspicious characters that were wearing clown masks tied the poor lady in the middle of the floor where a big pentagram was scribbled.

"MSHGGSKKSSSSH!!!!"

The poor lady made a desperate attempt to scream but it was to no avail. One of her assailants had the heart to remove her gag but the first thing that she asked as soon as it was removed was,

"Is this a prank??? I know it was you, Cassie. That shirt is mine."

As soon as she heard her name, Cassie removed her mask.

"Ana, don't panic. We will just exorcise you, okay? Calm down. After all of this is done, we could just all pretend that none of this ever happened in the first place."

"What?!!!!!! You're crazy, Cassie!"

"NO! Look, you tried to strangle me with a belt last night. But don't worry because I don't blame you for that. You were possessed and right now we will exorcise that demon out from your body."

"No-----mmmpphhhh"

Before the lady named Ana could even speak another word of protest, Cassie already gagged her again with that same piece of cloth that they used before.

"So what are we gonna do next?"

"You have to pee on her?"

"No way!  I would never pee on my best friend! Jared, that's insane!"

"Then let us just all forget about this whole exorcism thing then because it was clearly written here. Instruction No.1. You have to mark the subject with your own scent."

ANA:        ____(O_O')_____
CASSIE:    ____(~_~")7_____
JARED:     ____(--,)_____

The Last Demon Slayer

But then out of nowhere, she recalled hearing alien language in her consciousness.

Followed by the sound of Cassie's wailing and while in between her sobs, she seemed bargaining with someone.

"Take me instead. Here, take my  blood. Whoever demon is listening there at the other side, take this. I offer you my blood. Bring my friend back from the death. Grant her body a life again"

For some unknown reason, Ana was weirdly certain that it happened the same night she lost  her memory.

She muttered under her breath with a determined look on her face. Then she cast a glance at a piece of broken glass not too far away from where she was.

Rising to her feet, she made her way to the broken shards; all the while sporting a look of a soldier marching to her own death.

"Inflicting wound on their body could do them no beneficial harm. So if what I am thinking is right, then...."

Smell like mom's