status: open.
location: somewhere in the streets of alderrest.
it’s cold. is it just the weather here or did it suddenly get cold for no particular reason? even though she’s just gotten to this town, the chilling sensation of eyes constantly prying from the shadows is very prominent, so much so that even a simple grocery run late at evening has freya’s senses in alert. she comes to a halt in the middle of the street, glancing upward at a flickering streetlight. is this a sign of danger or is she just ( rightfully ) paranoid? she keeps staring at it, frozen, heart thumping, when a trashcan tumbles to the ground with a loud crash, startling the witch with a sharp gasp and an abrupt turnaround. the culprit, a white cat, announces itself as it struts out of the fallen bin. however, right behind it, near the corner of a building, she notices a shadow, and her senses now run so rampant she’s transitioned from fright to annoyance. “ who’s there? show yourself already. ”
