Shattered Sanity

"Suit yourself" Ffion said with a chuckle before breaking free from the embrace. She flashed him a small smile before heading out the door to do some hunting of her own.


Ffion arrived at the pub at about midnight where she curled up on a rather large chair. A waitress brought her a glass of whiskey and lemonade as well as a warm damp cloth before leaving her alone. Ffion took a few sips of her drink and set it on the table before she began wiping both dried and fresh blood from her face.