Rachel had a frown the moment she went out on her own. The reason for that was that her destination was inside the village. However it was in the direction that the villagers seemed to willfully ignore.
Just as every place has a light, there must be darkness. Rachel purchased a cheap cloak from a vendor before putting her hood up and disappearing down a dark alley leading to the dark side of the village.
The cobbled path beneath her feet grew uneven, worn down by years of disuse and neglect. The vibrant colors of the market were quickly replaced by dull stone and crumbling walls. Doors were shut tight, windows boarded up, and not a single lantern lit her way. A faint smell of mildew clung to the air, mixing with something more acrid, a mixture of burnt oil and old blood.
Rachel kept her pace steady. She knew better than to hesitate in a place like this.
