Anya aimed her crossbow at the entrance to the circle as a girl with a hooded coat entered. She stayed just far enough away from the light so that all Jay and Anya could see was the faint white skin of her hands and face. The clothes she was wearing blended into the darkness and almost made her look like a floating head.

“I’m sorry…” she said “please just leave…” She hid her face under the hood.

“What do you mean you’re sorry? What did you do? Don’t you want our help?” Jay asked.