PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Aya... Someone else has to know who she is. Who was she? How did she know me...?

I've bled nearly every moron in this town for information on you, Darla. I can barely keep track of your scent and there doesn't seem to be a bloody soul in this town who can actually remember seeing your face. Stop being a little pansy and come out of hiding already. You know I don't like to wait when I need to kill someone.