Senator Anastasia Winters. A beautiful young woman, A woman of the people. Before we knew her as the Mistress of Armageddon. Before we saw her true colors. 

A social media personality. A star. An actress. A businesswoman. She was what every person wished they could be. She was humble and showed nothing but love to her fans. 

She campaigned. She made deals to help the poor. She showed up for ever make-a-wish foundations proposals. She listened to the dying wishes of the sick. She was the gallant princess everyone needed. Anyone who was lustful for power envied her.

But she was not a mere princess. She was a dragon in the clothing of a damsel. A wolf posing as a sheep. She learned and listened. Watched and waited. She throws a party now, in one of her many mansions. On the far shores, famous and rich people from around the world flock to her party as she threw it in honor of New Years. 

But is it New Years? Or New Tears? Every interaction, every person, every piece of furniture. Even the way the wind blows, the crafty senator takes everything in her account. A giant is sleeping. Watch your step.