There was a note on the door of the abandoned asylum she lived in:

"Unless you want to go back to where you came from.. I suggest you follow along." 

Below those words was an address, date and time. At first Queenie felt a twinge of fear of being returned to where she could only assume was the place where she was tortured for years. Someone must have known her secret, her past. After the initial fear, a grin grew on the teenager's face. Maybe whoever wanted her was hot, maybe she could get something from them in return? Maybe a new body part?!! With a rather gleeful and mischievous giggle the girl turned away from her home and skipped toward her destination. 

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It looked like there was some sort of gathering outside the warehouse. Dozens of strange looking people doing strange things, like floating in a chair for example. Queen tilted her head at the sight of the strangers and swung her mallet over her shoulder, resting it there. It was pretty obvious she was late, very much so, everyone else had already arrived. "Weeee!!" Queenie didn't care, she charged in following behind the naked boy, staring at his ass as she entered the warehouse. "HIYA WHAT'D I MISS NAKED LAD?"