Apartment 3T

Shyane is a nineteen year old college student, living in Aurora on a college scholarship, with no blood family to call her own. The fact that the apartment she calls her own isn't a complete hole in a wall is a blessing in disguise.

Shyane herself lives in apartment 3T, a rare corner spot, right on the northwest edge of the building. Inside the one bedroom apartment, things are clean, the patterned wall paper torn down for white paint, and the interior decorated in the most affordable options Ikea offered. Large bay windows look out onto the rest of the downtown district, and the young woman thanks her lucky stars she could land such a place every time she enjoys the view. Oddly enough, Shyane no longer owns a TV, once she realized everything worth watching was eventually posted online somewhere, and cable just isn't in her budget right now.

Her bedroom consists of a queen sized bed, a small beside table holding a cheap digital clock, and posters for old jazz groups that she managed to score at antique shops and secondhand stores back home. At the foot of the bed rests an old wooden chest, also found at an antique shop, but within it resides the tools of her Slayer trade, holding various stakes, axes, bottles of holy water, and a collapsible crossbow. She's considering stocking up on silver weaponry, if the rumors of werewolves are true, but again, she's a college student, and she has a budget to worry about.