And here I was getting some much-needed rest for once. But then came the scream that woke me up. Something was going on in the room right next to mine–well, at least this time it wasn't me who was getting a little surprise in the middle of the night. Getting out of bed with my marionette, somehow still asleep, I made my way outside.
Stepping out, I could taste someone's blood on my tongue. Fresh and recently squeezed, and from the looks of the gathered crowd outside the neighbour's room, it seemed that someone had either been killed inside or injured themselves.
"Is there a healer here?!" The voice screamed from inside the room again, but none of the men nor the women standing by the door were moving in for the woman's aid.
