When you lived in a world full of mystical creatures, some so gruesome that not even the best written storybooks could fully describe their terrorizing qualities and actions, anyone with a smart mind would tend to lock their doors, seal their windows, and pray to whatever power they saw fit to make it to the next morning. You would think that this would especially remain true for a young, fragile, and rather attractive young woman. Of the humans that had not fled this seemingly cursed town, or been spirited away or devoured, a good amount tended to go insane, roaming the streets and becoming no better than the monsters they so feared. And yet, here she was, walking alone through the town in the dark of night, barely a glimmer from the moon peeking through the clouds. Her long, dark brown hair fell to her hips, equally colored eyes drifting this way and that occasionally, not so much out of concern as of curiosity. A simple white cloth adorned her torso, wrapping just around her chest and allowing even her modest breasts some air and exposure. Her skirt was of equal modesty, blue like the waters just off a reef, and it showed off a good portion of her long, lightly toned and lightly tanned legs. Was she insane? Well no, of course not. She just had nothing to fear. And right now, her stomach was growling like a menacing dog. When she ran out of food and shop owners abandoned their businesses early to escape the added terror of night, she rather ran out of options. Now all she could do was wait until the trap was sprung...