"I'd let the world burn just to hear you calling out my name" Juniper Matthews had never asked for this. She'd never wanted to become the personification of the monster under her bed; she had never asked to be born into the sick and twisted system that the city of Chicago had developed, or for her father to be executed right before her eyes at the age of ten. She surely never asked to be involved in a revolution against her mother before the age of twenty. All the blonde had ever asked for was inner peace - and a quenched thirst for independence. But she should have known better than to have hope that she'd live within the walls of Chicago with no further incident.