It's a stormy night in the Red-Blooded Rascal...

[V Junior]

A woman walks up to the bar. She's wearing a long cloak; you can't see her face.

One ale, please. The barkeep looks up.

Maa'm, may I see your face please. It's for sercurity.

Oh, you shouldn't have done that. I shall make your death swift... She slashes at him with a claw. A pair of wings burst out of her back. Simple commoners scream and flee...

[Fualkner Asiniti]

a few spiders crawl in and search for clues of the identity of the killer. They also try talking to the commoners, asking them for descriptions.