3 loud knocks echo through the house, a smirk appearing on my face as the sweet smell of my next meal wafts towards me. Carefully wiping away a smear of blood from my lips, I make my way towards the door and open it. Another woman, drenched by the storm outside, is what greets me. I force a look of concern onto my face

Oh my dear! Come in, come in!

Ushering her into my house, I call over to the waiting servants, demanding dry clothes and a hot meal

Don't worry, you're safe with me