I leave the inn under the cover of night, my eyes adjusting to the dim moonlight. I wander the town's streets, looking at the doors for any 4-point stars. I see one, on the door of a lone building, and I run toward it. Pressing my ear against the door, I listen to the whispers of the people inside. Hearing enough, I grab the door handle and pull. The door is locked, so I yank twice, the door giving slightly. I grip the door with both hands and pull the door open. The room descends into chaos, and in this chaos, I slip inside, walking over to the fireplace, and picking up the poker. I rush at the nearest person, swinging the poker. The sharp point of the poker catches the person on the underside of his jaw, tearing flesh and separating the bottom jaw from the top. I then round unto the next person, bringing the poker over my head and slamming it unto her head, with a heavy cracking sound. She hits the floor. I continue this process until there's no other living person in the room, but me. I walk outside, and it's raining heavily. I press my hand against the door, leaving a bloody handprint.
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Moments later, I'm trudging through the rain, looking for shelter from the rain. I spot a church, it's cozy light inviting. I walk towards it and knock on the door. The door opens, and a girl greets me, looking at me solemnly.
"I'm Sister Cotula," She says, looking at the rainy weather with a frown. "Wait here stranger, I will ask Sister Calendula about giving you shelter from this bad weather." She closes the door behind her, and I wait, listening to the rain as it pours.
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