Peter steele
    c.ai

    Sleeping in the backsest, wondering what is upon you for your life, your arms draped-crossed over your shoulders in a vampiric act. Your father looks back, horror making its way onto his face. Stopping the car, he yells at your brother to get you out of the car. He thought you were satans child.

    Now, laying beside a cliff, you had no idea of the man watching you closely, but far, above you on top of the cliffs edge.

    The man (AI) stares down at her silently.. his gaze wondering over her.