Finding sanctuary

Michi removed her cloak and shook out her blond hair. She was safe, at least for the moment. The hunters wouldn’t give up easily even after their losses this afternoon. Maybe especially after those losses.

The house was just a regular house in a regular neighborhood. The small bungalow was her sanctuary, her refuge from prying eyes and the hunters who were constantly searching. However, she knew that good things never lasted. Michi was ready to run at a moment’s notice. The rucksack she kept in the hall closet contained a couple sets of warm clothes, water bottles, herbs and drams she could use to create something useful and a clean set of identification that she would need to set up a new abode.

A rap on the door shook Michi out of her reverie. She glanced at herself in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable. Another knock, louder this time, made her hurry to the front of the house. A deep breath cleared her mind and she reached for the doorknob.

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