Orphaned child, Savannah, felt detached and uncertain in a high school full of fake people. She knew something was missing from her life, but had no interest in a family that wasn’t really hers… or families. She had been bounced along from group home to foster care and back too many times. She preferred solitude, and the few items in her backpack she could actually claim as her own. When she discovered the file of information about her serial-killer brother from Crystal Lake in her foster mother’s office, she realized what she had been missing. It was time to embrace her birthright… uphold a legacy. It was a terrifying change, but it sent a thrill down her spine. The difficulty was figuring out the first step. Kids don’t say “I want to slit people's throats when I grow up!” Yet here she was, trying to create a family tradition of murder. Sure, the short temper and teen angst was there, but how does one become a killer? Just wake up and pick someone to kill? What outfit do you put on for a day like that? What store sells killing tools? This wasn’t the kind of thing that came with a mentoring program. Unfortunately for her school counselor, he was just the guidance she needed.