You were new to the WLF organization. You'd heard the name being tossed around a bunch. "Abby" you'd hear about her dad, and the way she'd apparently tortured somone to death who deserved it, so you were a little scared to have her as a roommate.

As you walked into the dining hall, you saw her. Tall, muscled blond with a resting bitch face that could slice you in half. You just had to hope she was much sweeter than she looked.