Midnight City.

Chapter 3.

I know the blood won't come off my dress, so I don't both trying to take it out. I walk out of the bathroom with blood splattered all over my hands and dress. The men in the tavern give me puzzled looks when they see the blood. I give them a smile and walk out of the room. I grab my bags and walk into town, looking for any Inn I could stay at. I finally find one that looks nice enough. The outside is made of red brick, and the rain that is falling into the gutters empties on the side of the inn. I walk in careful to conceal any of the blood, but I know I must have some on the top of my dress or possibly even on my face. He gives me the key to my room, I sign my name on the guest book and walk up to my room.

I turn the key and walk into the room. The room doesn't smell that bad, but you can smell some mustiness. I shut the door and throw my luggage onto a nearby chair. I take a look at my surroundings. A big bed with nice sheets and soft feather pillows. I feel filthy so I ask the maid to run a bath for me. She runs some hot water, curtsies, and leaves the room. I peel off the filthy dress and splash into the deep tub. The soap is what smells like lavender. I scrub off all the blood and grime, then dunk my head in. I finally rise out of the tub and wrap myself in a towel. I dress in a white nightgown and braid my hair. I call the maid to drain the tub. After she is done, I have some supper that was delivered to me. I eat, then fall into bed. Ready for another trip to hell tomorrow. 

When I rise, I quickly slip into a pale primrose colored dress and put my hear up in flower pins. I strap ignis and dolorem in both of my boots. My next target is a boy named Ethan. I saunter towards the front of the hotel. It is very early and the sun's vast array of colors like pink, orange, and yellow aren't present. The only colors showing is a light navy color. I call a carriage and climb into the medium sized black one that hails. "Where to?" he asks. His voice sounds Scottish.  I hold up a finger and look at the file. "Yorkshire." I say. He nods and starts the horses. I start to look deeper into the file. Ethan is around 6'4, has blonde hair, and brown eyes. He lives in an estate a couple blocks from one of the taverns I know in Yorkshire.When we stop I give him the money and start to walk.That's when I see something. A proditor glowing a deep, scarlet red in a tall black haired, green eyed man's hand.