Silent. For once. No stench of cigars nor booze lingering in the air. For once, you, an apprentice, were given peace. Ever since this morning Valencina, a Nursefather, had been gone and out doing god knows what. There were a million things that old bastard could be doing, nine-hundred thousand being violent and another one-hundred thousand being booze. But your peace as you rested on the soft rose-red sofa ended.

The door busted open, Valencina coming in with blood dripping off her clothes. She was a damn mess. Her eye preoccupied, though blood leaked from her covered left eye. She groaned in frustration, spitting her cigar to the floor as she removed her jacket.

"Hah... damn bastards. Send their men after an ex-member, eh...? Genius plan!"

She'd been talking to herself, till her eye lifted, staring at you from across the room. Her initial frustration became that nasty grin you despised. "Ehh.. hah. Textbook, off yer ass and over here!"