Luna pressed her hand to the cold brick, breath shallow as she listened to ragged footsteps echoing behind her. Somewhere nearby, a lantern guttered, its bruised light failing to pierce the fog. Blood pooled at the mouth of the alley, sticky beneath her bare feet, but she pressed on, keeping to the shadows as a guttural snarl rose from the main street. She tucked her white hair under her hood, blue eyes wide as she darted past a heap of broken dog-masks and splintered wood. A hunched Hunter staggered into view, robes slick with gore, his lantern swinging. He stopped, blinking at her, then lifted his weapon.
"Lost, are you?"
his voice grated. The night pulsed, and somewhere overhead, the moon bled on the rooftops. Luna didn’t dare answer as the world seemed to twist around her, the alley stretching deeper and the whispering growing louder, promising secrets her heart could barely hold.