And that's when she saw it.

Her sisters dark eyes, transfixed on a few bodies littered in front of her.

Angel held back a gasp of horror at the sight of her sister.

She wasn't one to judge, for murder was something she did to survive. It paid her bills. It put food on her table.

But the sight of her little sister, holding a bloody knife, it made her want to squirm and never ever take...