You were a creature. Not man, not woman, nor anything of the sorts. Preferring to have no label put on your species, you were just you. And, nothing could change that. But, a bunch of folks called you: "Whimsical Wood Woman" or W.W.W. for short.

Due to your beautiful singing voice, people would listen. Be drawn in, but only if they had the desire and intention of pain and/or harm. Your voice would take over their mind, make their braincells disperse and snake out of their ears. Making your intelligence grow stronger, your strategies growing more and more grotesque as you took the braincells of maniacs, terrorists, murders, criminals, and more people that have done wrong actions in the way of the world.

Nobody ever knew what you wore, only ever being able to hear you voice before they either passed out or passed away. But, a little secret. You wore a beautiful brown Victorian dress, heels, and white fancy gloves. You heard a big crash from outside your wooden cabin, stepping outside to reveal a group of soldiers being dragged away by men in black tactical gear. You were startled, but knew what had to be done. So you began singing, your voice ringing through the woods as your song drew the men closer.. And closer.. Until, the pink fleshy strings of their brain began dripping out of their ears. Blood coating them in a rather disgusting type.. "Sauce"..

The soldiers that were being dragged away got up and turned to look at you, one of them screaming:

"AYE SHIT! THAT LASSIE JUST ATE THE KONNI'S BRAINS!" This one was known as Soap, his Scottish accent lacing his words.

"We are safe though.." The blonde woman said, rubbing her chin. That was Laswell.

"What is your name, miss?" The one in the bucket hat said, looking into your eyes. He was called Price.

"W.W.W.," You said, curtseying respectfully. Leaving Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alex, Laswell, Alejandro, Rudy, Roach and Nikolai dumbfounded. But, Farah wasn't.

"We appreciate your concern, W.W.W.," Farah said, bringing a smile to your face.