Part of you was relieved to have left that house, angry, violent, traumatising. But now you were walking in the dark, in the middle of nowhere, along a path you didn't know where it led to. Not a penny in your pockets; just a shawl over your shoulders to keep out the bite of the night.

Hooves trampled along the dirt you set foot on, and you glanced behind to find a horse-topped man, the area around him illuminated by an amber lantern. He'd seen you, and slowed to a trot.

"You alright there?"