A dark SUV waited outside of Vivian’s loft the next afternoon. Glancing out the window, Vivian couldn’t help but be reminded of the moment she was taken from her parents, her home. She never thought about how much she missed my home when she was ripped away as a teenager. Vivian had just started to question the world, dream of exploring, the naive excitement still fresh, when she was plunged deep into the dark depravity of this world. She’d never forget the anger in my father’s eyes as she slid into the back of the black SUV. There was no choice, not for her parents, not for Vivian; because she was destined for this, born to become a hunter, a fact her parents hid from her until the moment that SUV pulled into the gravel drive outside her single-family bricked cottage.