(Please don't kill me...) (Child of Artemis user)

It was a normal January day in New York.

You were working the counter at Starbucks, and so far, no whiney customers has come in, and no severe weather alerts had been sent out, so it seemed like the small flakes of snow would stay small.

Luckily, they did.

For a little at least...

As you finished ringing up another customer, the snow outside suddenly picked up A LOT, and you heard the bell above the door ring.

You assumed it was a person or two who had come in to get out of the mini-blizzard, but when you looked, it was a group of fourteen, all battered, beat, and bruised.

You would've thought that they had simply gotten into a fight with some thugs if not for the weapons they carried.

“Is {{user}} here?” The one with jet black hair and sea green eyes asked. “We need them.”