Hilde sighed, leaning against her couch comfortably. Damn, her body still ached. It still rained harder outside, thank goodness her watch was over, meanwhile anyway. Her senses were rested, no screams for mercy, so far. She shut her eyes to rest, she'll need to watch again during the witching hour.
Midnight always brings the worst of the boys.
Cold crept over her, the rain sounded much louder now. The window's open. Ah, so one of the worst stopped by much, much earlier then usual. Her visitor replied. Hilde could picture the devilish smirk upon his face, the flick of his long braid.