Linna jumped as the window smashed open, the sudden influx of cold wind strong enough to blow out her candle and leave the room in near darkness, save the sliver of silver moonlight that danced in through the window and dimly illuminated her desk.<br/><br/>"Goddammit!" she swore, leaping to her feet as the sudden darkness caused her heart to jolt in momentary fear, fuelling her rampant paranoia about the room before rational thought took over and explained to her that such things did happen, they were just categorized under bad luck. But what about those shapes.. those moving shapes in the shadows of the room, in the sides of her eyes? Why were the shadows dancing? Was she dreaming? The candle light was no longer flickering! Linna retreated a little until her back was against the window, the hair on the nape of her neck standing in fear as she sought sanctity in the delicate beam of moonlight.<br/><br/>Rational thought was pushed further to the back of her mind when the candle jumped to life again. Candles simply did not do that! Well.. unless the wind had not blown out the flames, but merely suppressed it for a split second.. or two. "Alright.. that's it.." she whimpered to herself, not noticing the increased intensity of the moonlight as it bathed her form in eldritch silver, causing her hair and rings to glint softly when they touched the beam. "I give up.. no one's coming this night, and I swear there're some damned ghosts here or something. Screw the stupid shop.. I'll go crazy if I stay here a moment longer!"<br/><br/>She tenses her legs, preparing herself to spring toward where she knew the door was, even in the pitch-darkness.