"Wrath! Where the hell have you been?" Greed walked her friend into the apartment. "Get in the shower and dry your hair. Why did you walk home alone? You could have at least called. I could send a driver."
"I'm fine," she limped to the bathroom.
"You are all soaked! I will go and make you something warm. Greed, can you prepare some clothes for her?" Lust stood up from the sofa.
"Yeah, sure."
The witch left puddles of footprint all the way from the front door. She had left her friends speechless. Her uniform was ripped and partially stained with dirt and blood, but there was no scar visible on her body. Other than the limp, nothing major seemed to have happened.
