When the chime of midnight edged itself quietly into the background, the night’s weather started unbecoming for her standards. The wind was in a rush to get somewhere, and with it came the hushed sounds of a rough breeze, as if it carried something weightless in its tracks. The hunter would later come to revel in the fact that a storm glossed over Hosenka town at this ungodly hour, and she was frustratingly prompted to seek shelter with very little visibility considering the gusty winds that blew particles into her face every now and then.
It wasn’t often for the Burning Rose to be out and about at this hour – that is, if she wasn’t drinking or needed company for the night, but none of them were the case, for she was too solemn to be drinking at this moment and for the latter; Venus had a beloved beau whom she was devoted to. Instead, she was here for an assignment; an important one in fact, that it was utmost priority to be not caught seen in public. So, after the sun set down the horizon, Venus made her departure, waning through the hidden streets and alleys to arrive to her destination to meet her client.
Their guild had only recently moved to Hosenka, so it was natural that Venus still hadn’t memorized all the secret passageways of the town albeit, that was quickly solved when she was mailed a map of the location prior to this. The town was near-silent at this hour, with nothing but her boots clicking against the hard ground and the horned moon beaming above her, illuminating the vicinity with its brilliance. The Siren turned into the nearest corner, seemingly the last one that was listed on her map with a few steps away from the rendezvous location. A small wooden door stood before her: this must be it.