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The huntress wasn't sure how long she had been driving, but it was long enough for her to feel like she was suffocating on the inside of her car. She desperately needed to stop and stretch her legs, but with grey storm clouds gathering in the distance, it hardly seemed to be a good idea. This would be proven true only a matter of seconds later when a lightning strike snapped across the evening sky and a torrential downpour immediately followed behind it.

[i]Absolutely wonderful.[/i]

As a child, Catori absolutely loved to sit around and watch thunderstorms, but as an adult, she had grown to become skeptical of them. While most storms were ordinary, she had come to learn that some had a supernatural presence attached to them. This sentiment was also true to many other parts of life that would be seen as "normal", but regardless if angels, wendigos, skinwalkers, kitsunes, or even God Himself was behind the storm, Catori drove on. At the very least, the storm was keeping her entertained in such a bland, vast, and empty setting.

Much to her luck (or perhaps misfortune), the young woman would not be driving for long as she pulled into the parking lot of an ancient hotel that seemed to desperately need a renovation and was, much to her surprise, open and accepting guests. Switching off the car engine and reaching for her bag that rested on the passenger seat, Catori reached for the door and was ready to make a mad dash inside the hotel. Although it looked rickety, the hotel would hopefully do for the night and was much more ideal than sleeping in her car.