[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/dgtslwwfj/cove_ch3.png[/img][hr][img]https://hips.hearstapps.com/cos.h-cdn.co/assets/15/13/640x354/gallery-1427290281-giphy.gif?resize=480:*[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 7:47 P.M. Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][center][color=red]~remember, some of you were sent information as to what you know about the Mullo and Hel via PM a while back...~[/color][/center][i]Outside of Coventry...[/i]

	The girl with the braids nodded at Carolina, though she didn't appear to be particularly concerned. The entire situation hardly fazed her, as if this wasn't the first time she had done something like this before. But given that Carolina recognized her, it likely isn't too hard to work out what she's doing in the woods in the middle of winter or why she's particularly insistent on giving her things away. 

	"Got a sleeping bag. It's made for this weather," the girl said nonchalantly. "Besides, like I said, you'd be doing me a favor. You'll give them one hell of a trail to follow." She then turned and got a good grip on the tree, before pulling herself up once more, moving branch by branch. "I'm Guin, by the way!" the girl shouted out. She paused for a moment and flashed a smile down at Carolina, before moving the rest of the way up the tree and back onto the branch her sleeping bag was attached to. 

[i]Within Coventry...[/i]

	Ever since she was a little girl, Folly's mother, Fiodora, had told her Roma folklore tales. Some of them were sweet and inspiring, meant to give hope and peace to those who heard it. Others were horrifying and induced nightmares, warning the Roma children of what they must do in order to survive. The tale of the mullo had been one of the latter. Some hunters had heard of mullos before, but not many. They had become less common due to Roma burial rites improving over the ages. Dhampirs used to be regularly employed to detect them, but their jobs had become irrelevant over the years. 

	Eudora's mental command stopped the mullo in its tracks, allowing the witch to get a good look at the creature. Aside from the long black hair, the mullo is the spitting image of Folly. And of course, a lengthy scar across its face, marring its features. Yet Eudora's mental control only lasts for a few seconds, allowing the mullo to dart out of the way of Darren's bullets. His second bullet nearly hits the creature, but it moves with unnatural and horrifying grace, nimbly dodging them all. Entirely silent, the creature then darted towards Eudora, wrapping its cold fingers around her throat. 

	Aloise fired a round off quickly at the mullo, but it missed. She had to aim a bit poorly to avoid hitting Eudora in the process. The marine readied another shot and aimed, watching the witch have her life slowly choked out from her. But a moment later, Eudora fell to the ground along with the mullo. Strong was on top of the creature, attempting to pummel it into submission, but he left the mullo's hands free. They wrapped around his neck and tightened, choking the life out of the strongman. 

	Before anyone could do anything, Strong was dead. Eudora was the lucky one--though she had sustained deep bruising around her neck. The mullo rose from the floor, before glancing over at Darren and charging towards him. 

	[color=00ffcc]"Darren, watch out!"[/color]