Amara woke up on a sunny morning to the sound of birds singing outside her bedroom window. Sitting up, she noticed a throbbing pain in her left forearm. She looked down at it and saw an unusual symbol carved into her skin, raw and tender with blood crusting around the edges. She made her way out of bed and headed downstairs toward the bathroom, feeling the heaviness of her limbs with every step. That's when she noticed them, the whispering strangers sitting around her kitchen table. She stopped. One of them looked up at her and said, "Finally, you're awake."