Willow awoke to her own internal clock as she always did. Living on the streets for so long forced you to always keep on your guard even when sleeping and by now it was just a habit. She was off today but also just wanted to see Salem, but knew she worked today, so she probably wouldn't get to see her till tonight. Willow could've slept in if she wanted but she decided not to. She made her way out of her bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. She got out and ended up looking at herself in the mirror for a minute while she dried off with a towel. She looked so...normal now. She remembered when her hair was an absolute mess, her face spotty with mud and dirt, even blood from some small brawls, her clothes torn and dirty. It felt...strange still. Not in a bad way but...like it wasn't hers? As if she didn't deserve any of this. Salem had helped her out considerably, but most of what she had here she had earned at this point, so why did she feel she didn't deserve even this small apartment? She sighed and went to get dressed, and applied her usual makeup, which consisted of her usual attire of anything black. She spent a couple hours just strumming on her guitar or watching TV before she received a text from Salem in The Guild group chat. "This seems sudden for Salem. I remember hearing something on the news today about her lame ex. Some kinda crash thing? I wonder if this is about that. Good riddance if he's really dead..." Willow checked the time on her phone. She had a few hours to kill before she had to head to HQ, which was within walking distance (And also Salem). She spent it giving her weapons a good cleaning as well as a bit of practice then heading to HQ to see Salem and the other Guild members.