Rae Seddon

Sunshine is literally never leaving work via the kitchen door again. She's pretty sure it's cursed - last time she'd done it, she'd found herself here. This time, well, this time she's less than a block from the café when she stumbles across an active crime scene. And not just any active crime scene, either; no, she's walked into a murder investigation.

She knows it's a murder investigation because the cops haven't bothered to cover the body yet, and - fuck. She thinks she's probably going to be sick. It's probably illegal to throw up on a crime scene, too, so she's kind of busy trying not to be sick, and that's why it takes her a while to realize what's wrong with the body.

It's actually kind of surprising, given the shitshow that is her life recently, but she's never seen a dead body in person before. The vampires she's killed, they don't fall over dead (re-dead?) like humans do, because that would be not horribly and entirely awful and gods know she can't have that. And while people got killed in Old Town every once in a while, the cops always showed up and roped the area off before anyone could get close. Not that she'd have wanted to get close. She didn't want to get close this time, either, but see above about never having nice things. So anyway, she's never seen a body in person, but she knows, in kind of an abstract way, what they're supposed to look like, and she knows in a significantly-less-abstract way what they're supposed to look like when the reason they're bodies and not people is because vampires got involved, and the body she's looking at now? That is definitely a dry guy.

Sunshine runs through a mental list of every single curse she knows, and then runs through it again, just for emphasis. This isn't like it was the last time, she knows that, Bo isn't here, and it's not like they followed her to Darrow. Except the only Others she's run into have been people like Luke and Agatha, people who aren't here by choice, and she did enough research to know that the city either doesn't know about or doesn't want to advertise their existence. Maybe they did follow her here.

Get a grip, Sunshine. She can freak out about this later, in the privacy of her apartment, but right now one of the official-looking people on the other side of the yellow tape is looking at her like maybe she knows something about all this, and she really, really needs to be somewhere else.