Café de Nuit

As if walking through molasses, the woman struggles up to the door and opens it, just as the sword enters the body of the woman. Too late to slip back whence she came, wherever that may be now, she guides the door silently shut and slips into the shadows. Perhaps one of the others knows a way out o...

And from the far side of the room, beyond the diagonal double doors, there is the soft sound of scrabbling, as if a small creature seeks to claw its way through. The scrabbling continues, not growing louder, until with a sharp creak the door swings open a short way. "I guess it was unlocked,&q...