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Fear. There’s nothing but fear in her as she hammers desperately at the glass of the door. Locked outside didn’t used to be such a fearful thing, this time though, this time it’s an issue.
“Please…”
She’s almost crying when he finds her, his aim true even as he misses her, slamming a slightly more heavy arrow into the door. Then another. His aim is true but when the window finally shatters to let her inside, he fades into the distance. He would have killed her, but there’s something intriguing about the woman’s terror.