One hundred and three

**Genevieve POV**

I had just come off shift. My sleazebag boss swiped my tips once again. Walking through the cold streets, I shiver. Something was off tonight. The streets too quiet, and a feeling of unease settled over me. Ignoring the feeling I keep walking, the cold snow sinking into my flats making my toes go numb. I have worked at the same cafe for two years now; it doesn’t pay much but with