As the moon began to rise in the night sky the streets of Ràiding would begin to fill, its residence heading out to run errands, open shops, and even meet friends.
Within the crowd a beautiful girl with deep purple hair would bob and weave between people as she made her way to the center of town.
Waving to a few as she passed by, she would finally stop in front of a small shop which stood alone on the left side of the street, the lots on either side of it vacant.
The building looked old and rustic on the outside, like that of something that should have been condemned years ago. The top half being a light almost rotted looking wood with a single window above the door and dark wooden support beams. The bottom half being a dark cobblestone covered in vines and moss. Its roof looking rather warped and torn up.
Two large dead trees sat towards the outer edge of the building on either side and a small cobblestone well, made from the same cobblestone that was on the building, sat near one of the trees furthest away from the door with a double window directly behind it on the building. The ground outside was void of snow, which was rather odd seeing as the rest of the city was entirely covered in it. Everything about the building making it stand out next to the newer buildings and the snow.
Unlocking the large old oak door, she would step inside and close it behind her.
Once inside, the woman would weave through the shop to the back where the front desk sat. The walls were all lined with a plethora of vials, books, candles, and herbs. Down the center of the shop sat a long table piled high with things like cauldrons, glyphs, scrolls, and grimoires.
The entire place looked chaotic and cluttered yet somehow it was extremely organized with everything having its place and labels.
Sitting down behind the desk she would open a large book and scribble things down on a blank page as she waited for her first customer completely unaware of the chaos that would soon envelop her life.
•Meanwhile out in the streets…•
The moon was slowly approaching its peak in the night sky, casting shadows down the street from the roof tops of the buildings that lined it.
Hidden in the shadows cast by the buildings, a dark shadowy figure of a man lurks, the only thing visible is the bright green glow of his eyes. It's clear he's avoiding everyone on the bustling cobbled street as he searches for a place to lay low.
His armor, severely damaged, sports a deep gash in the light chainmail along his chest. His hand firmly pressed against it glistens slightly in the moonlight from the blood engulfing his midnight black glove.
Spotting the building up the street, from his perch within the shadows, he decides to make his way towards it thinking to himself.
*Perfect, no one will think to look there.*
Checking first to see that no one was looking, he finds himself relieved that everyone is engrossed in their own thing. Making a break for it he sprints out from his cover into the crowded streets with inhuman-like speed.
The street quickly fills with the gasps of many onlookers as he rushes past. A wave of frigid air and the green glowing streak of his eyes being the only thing spotted by any of the residents.
As he reaches what he assumes is an abandoned building he blinks, noticing the ground around the place is void of snow as well as life, or so it seems. Despite this he makes his way to the door, starting to feel rather lightheaded and cold. Turning he spots the trail of crimson stained snow leading right to him and sighs.
"Fuck, I knew I should have patched this up better."
Making his way to the large Oak door his vision begins to fade and he stumbles ever so slightly. The glow in his eyes fading fast, he takes his last step before finally he collapses, colliding face first into the door with a loud thud.
As the thud was heard at the door, the woman behind the desk would look up from her book, peaking around the table in the center towards the door. Tilting her head she stared at it for a second before getting to her feet and walking over to it. Placing her hand on the handle she slowly begins to open it