Alice had no doubt the hunter would have killed her. No doubt that something was terribly wrong. Vampire. The word shook her to the core. A monster of myth and legend. Vampire was what that bastard Enduro had cursed upon the poor tailor who only wished to run her shop in peace. Her eyes filled with tears as she though of that well worn and golden room, of her lovely little shop and the many designs she needed to work on. The Timeless Tailor. She couldn't leave it. She couldn't! It was her life, her living, her everything!

She bit her lip. The hospital would wonder where she went. A crazed man- who she could and would spin off to be someone appearing as Enduro had broken the window and frightened her into running. That would satisfy them and the police. Attacked twice in a row? That was serious and her running had saved her life. She hated lying but it was a trait that ran in her family unfortunately. She had run from the man and gotten horribly lost and confused in the city. Finding her way home after loosing the attacker, unable to call or solicit help. Alice fabricated the lie and promised herself she would return to her shop soon.

"I need to return to my shop soon. Tell the hospital what happened, the police." She whispered, following after the woman. Her feet aching from the harsh cement. She was not used to going barefooted. "I work as a tailor and- If you'd like I could maybe make you something for your help?" Alice offered timidly, though it was very much meant well.