When I was a little girl, my family and I lived a happy life. Everybody in my town was living a good life. 

All of that changed when werewolves attacked. I saw it all. They attacked us when it was mid day. 

I heard rustling and running. When I opened my eyes. I looked out at my window and saw dark shadows looming around.

I thought they were the guards, but they weren't. One spotted me and ran towards me with incredible speed. I stayed my ground and didn't move a muscle.

I heard screaming of pain. I saw my neighbors being slaughtered. Blood gushing out of their necks. 

I heard another scream outside my room. I abruptly stood up ran out of my room to see.

Right infront of me were my mom and dad in the hands of the furry creatures. Their eyes were filled with hatred. 

What happened next...Blood covered my face and my body. My parents layed down on the ground, not moving. Their necks open.

My eyes couldn't take it anymore. I look up to see a werewolf walking towards me. Before I knew it, I grabbed  broom and pushed the handle part to the creature's throat.

It was hissing at me and pushed it farther more. It stared at me for awhile before falling with a thud.

That was when I knew I born to kill them. And I will kill every single one of them to bring justice to those who were tortured.