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[color=D0B4EC]Time:[/color] Evening 
[color=D0B4EC]Location:[/color] Tough Tavern
[color=D0B4EC]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/cNnyMvV.png]Outfit[/url], [url=i.imgur.com/2SBcciZ.png]Amulet[/url]
[color=D0B4EC]Interaction:[/color] [@Tae] Kalliope [@Apex Sunburn] Your fellas outside
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Charlotte couldn't believe she had actually stabbed that man in the arm–that [i]awful[/i] man that would haunt her nightmares.

Her knees and palms were scraped raw on the boards from scrambling away. Her throat still burned where the steel had scratched it, enough to sting with every swallow. She clapped a hand to her neck anyway, fingers coming away trembling, and she stared at the drops of blood splattered on her palm. With a shudder, she then looked back up with a frantic, darting gaze.

The room was too loud and too bright. 

It was hard to focus on one single thing occurring, but somehow her eyes found Kalliope, behind the bar, as two individuals in black came up from behind her. 

[color=D0B4EC]“Ka—” [/color]T he name tried to leave her lips once and broke apart. 

Charlotte forced herself upright on shaking arms, dragging her skirt out from under her. She saw it in fragments first. Then the needle pricked at her neck and Kalliope’s limbs went heavy. Charlotte’s stomach dropped as if the floor had vanished beneath her. 

She had barely heard her scream for Sjan-dehk over her own, [color=D0B4EC]“KALLIOPE!”[/color]  

Lottie subsequently shoved herself forward onto her feet, stumbling as her ankle caught on a toppled stool. She tried to run and discovered she could only scramble in a frantic, stumbling manner over spilled drink and broken glass. 

Someone slammed into her shoulder and she nearly went down again, catching herself on the edge of a table and jolting pain up her wrist. [color=D0B4EC]“No—no, no—”[/color] she gasped, squeezing through the chaos toward the other side of the bar, toward the kitchen, toward the place Kalliope had been dragged. 

The kitchen door was already swinging, and through the gap she saw only darkness.

Charlotte threw herself at it anyway, palms smearing on the wood as she shoved it open and staggered into the corridor. The lights were out and she couldn't quite make out any silhouettes in the room. However, she saw the outline of another door to the outside: a moonlit rectangle in the darkness. [color=D0B4EC]“Kalliope!”[/color] she called again. She pushed past the threshold and burst out into the night.
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