Chapter 27 - The resurrection of a Siren

In a cramped, sweltering apartment in the city's forgotten industrial belt, a shock of wavy red hair lay splayed across a ruffled, faded white bedspread. The fabric was thin and patterned with a faint, weeping flower design that seemed to mimic the desolation of the room. The owner of that flame-colored hair was clad only in an oversized white T-shirt that stopped precariously at her mid-thighs, leaving her long, pale legs exposed to the stagnant air. She lay at the very edge of the mattress, her head peeking over the side as she lazily peeled nuts from a white ceramic plate resting on the cold concrete floor.