Niki stood at the door, her bladed staff in one hand as she peered outside, ready for an attack or more trouble. Everything felt off. Nothing felt safe anymore. She was tired of all of the trouble coming to her, her sister Aleigha, and her friend Jada.
Her eyes focused on the one standing at her doorstep. When she realized it was Aleigha who was standing at her door, she pulled her into her arms in relief, and the staff she was holding fell to the ground with a clang as it bounced off the cement.
