Rhiannon crept through the hall as carefully as she could, hoping to not disturb the Hunter team who slept in the great room just below. Her white coat fluttered behind her as a strong breeze blew through the many holes within the walls, and the building groaned and creaked with its force. The witch froze, her heart pounding in her chest, listening for any sign of movement from the humans... But there was nothing but the howling wind. She carried on with her task with even more determination, not wanting to waste any time.

It took a lot of bargaining and effort on her part, but after taking a tour of the other Dorms and their crumbling facades (which took forever thanks to the fact that she was supposed to have never been to Amityville), they had decided to camp out in the less decimated Reaper Dorms. Of course, she had to take the opportunity to go back to her old room. So here she was, sneaking through the building in the middle of the night like the true citizen of Halloween she was always meant to be.

"Crreeeaakk..., " came a loose board from underneath her feet. Ri jumped five feet in the air and summoned the sword that was meant to be her 'Weapon' in terror, fearing the worst... And found nothing.

"Get a grip, Rhiannon. Everyone's sleeping." She berated herself in a whisper. Then she used her magic to send the sword back to her dorm at Deus Ex, hoping beyond hope that that was the last time she had to use her last reserves of energy. It was bad enough she had her pink eyes showing, but not being able to summon her fake Weapon and sneaking into a room that had once belonged to her would definitely raise the alarm that she wasn't who she appeared to be.

Finally, she made it to her room.

The somewhat charred door screeched on its hinges as it swung open, revealing a fairly intact dorm. The window glass had been smashed in and the wall that supported it was riddled with holes; the rest of the pink-covered walls had been slowly mouldering with the exposure to the elements; and her possessions were in disarray, but compared to the rest of the dorms, it was still decent.

She walked forward--

"Crrrunch...'

-- and immediately looked down to see her boots crushing a picture frame. The witch gasped, removing the treasured picture from the shattered glass with careful fingers before holding it up to the moonlight to see it better.

"Oh, Momma and Daddy..." She couldn't help it, the tears fell before she could stop them. "I miss you both so much." She studied their faces and wished for them to suddenly appear, for her to be six again, anything but be in this awful future even though it was futile.

"I don't know what to do anymore. The resistance is getting stronger, and I know that someday we might be able to win, but I can't help but wish for everything to just be okay again... I'm trying to do my best just like all the others are, but I keep looking over my shoulder and I'm so afraid... I don't want to die." She sobbed harder and crushed the picture to her chest in sorrow.

There was a loud click, and then a Hunter walked through the doorway, his pistol aimed directly at her heart.

"How about now, monster?"