Kashmir Ramzi's Questionnaire

I currently reside in Birmingham- the city's liveliness drew me in...I felt safe here. There are also a good number of targets, as well as general easy access to more outside country borders. I can work the streets at night and rest in my home during the day. My favorite coffee shop is just down the block, and the eggs benedict are to die for. Unfortunately the people here lack other good food and I usually have to travel around to find the restaurants with real spice- though living alone has given me plenty of time to replicate my mother's old recipes. And with decent shipping I can access my necessary ingredients, I just cannot cook dinner for guests.

I remember the smoke. The air turned putrid and black, and as it bellowed out into the night sky, the stars disappeared. I was trying to drag my mother across dirt and ash. My arms burned. I was weak and tired. Father was missing. There were guns breaking the silence further behind me. I remember falling into the mud, my skin breaking against the sharp stones beneath.
I don't remember how long I was there. The shots moved further and further away. Mother was dead. Father was probbaly dead too. Then there was a woman. She gave me her hand and picked me up. I remember her eyes being sharp like the rocks. Her teeth were sharp.

And then she brought me into the viper's den.

Sophia Bellington: the barrista at my favorite coffee shop. She knows my face and remembers my order. Gets it right every time. We make small talk sometimes. I think she likes me.

Short blonde woman with bright blue eyes and a bright white smile. Seems genuinely kind, knows how to make a killer coffee.

Evie Rook: she also walks the streets late at night. Sometimes we chat on the corner, before one of her regulars picks her up. Sometimes she is gone for a good while. She always returns with a story though.

Slender middle aged white woman with a dark bob and deep green eyes. Has a heavy french accent and an overwhelming amount of stories about men.

Isabella Davidson: my very sweet neighbor. She has a couple of roommates who she's friends with, but they aren't super fond of me (bad influence type stuff). She is studying to become a nurse and will often check in on me if I return home late. I told her I would beat the shit out of her boyfriend if he ever hurt her, but he seems like a decent guy. She thinks he's the one.

A charming young lady with long brown hair and matching eyes. Sometimes her hair shifts to red in the light, which she says is from her father's side. Has the cutest freckles.