Her name is Rose.
Werewolf, early 20s, allergic to the blood moon. Practically lives off coffee. An artist. Lives in suburban Lumina. Has a few friends there. I can't keep patrolling without reason, none of them are human and they're bound to notice me.
She's 'the one that got away'. I hunted her girlfriend on some bullshit contract years ago. I can't even remember why. I know her girlfriend's name was Alice. The dancer. Ginger werewolf. Felt a little bad for them. They were good for each other. A job's a job, but that one was all in all pointless and petty. I'd sooner buy out whatever job Rose wanted me to in revenge for her girl than take her out for you if it was my choice, but all the same I'm pretty sure she'd just want my head on a pike.
So this is your turn, Phoenix. Put your name down for better or for worse, or I don't see the point in bothering her.