Night One

The scraping at her window did not catch her attention, but the sound of a distant bell that echoed through the black forest did, underneath the shroud of large trees, she could barely make out the sight of the moon above; if not for the moonlight that shown through that shadowed canopy. It was nothing but pitch-blackness out there, when she stared out that window — the candlelight nearby made seeing through the glass more of a challenge.

She commanded Lumus to scan for activity, to view with eyes she did not possess. He always covered her blind spots. For now, with her trusty companion at watch, she retired.

Night Two

Another night, the rasping at her windowsill had not ceased, the bells chimed without want or reason, they did not call for rest nor usher in the morning — night dragged on. As did her headache. She decided it was time to investigate.

She stepped outside, a lantern clipped to her belt and her pistol — the Reaper — nestled in her grasp. Something overtook her, a heavy drowsiness that almost made her stumble back into her home. She swiftly retreated inside, once again, relying on Lumus to study whatever the phenomenon was. She would listen to what he had to say in the morning.

She felt so tired.

Night Three

She did not sleep; she could not help but feel something was watching over her. She tossed and turned, oft feeling pressure on her chest making breathing laborious. She pondered over whether that was a growing unease or something more sinister. She grew wearier of the possibility that this was nothing more than her mind playing tricks — she absolutely detested coincidences — she knew this was much more.

She just awaited Lumus now. He just needed to compile the data necessary to determine whatever this was, whatever was toying with her. Just one more night.

Her eyes were heavy.

Night Four

Another sleepless night too many. She grabbed her rifle, the HVIR Gallus Type V, powerful enough to stop an enraged warrior in their tracks — whatever this creature was, it was time to face it. Lumus gave her limited details, and she could not wait another night for him to figure out what this was.

Cloaked by magic, that ringing of the bell — if it was not connected, the noise would give its position away. She needed more than that, however.

She strung up glass cups and cutlery along a string in several positions surrounding the door. She fumbled through her cupboards to find thick spices, or a mineral like salt, to lay out in a line. She lit candles and laid them sprawled out across the floor — dimming other candles to darken the room. She settled her visor over her eye, capable of tracking the slightest movement; it would not capture the movement of something that might have been invisible, but it would turn her attention to the shift of salt, or the flicker or extinguishing of a flame.

She pushed open her door, settling herself into her chair she set up to face the doorway with rifle in hand. If, whatever it was, did not enter; Lumus surely would have the information ready by the morning. Yeah, one more night.

This was her invitation.