Cheryl Sarab Why Should That Night Have Been Different?

Cheryl Saraban was a very normal young lady, with a very normal life, and a very legal job, walking through the Axinthian alleyways at night without no definite purpose. Those were dark times. And during dark times, everyone needs a little more love, for quite often, there’s not enough that goes ‘round. So there. Cheryl, called by her clients Cherry, was a welfare worker, if all truth be told. She was not very tall, her curled, brown hair, and her eyes of similar colour creating a wonderful blend, that was finally contrasted by a full-toothed smile, with teeth kept really quite well. Dressed in red, it was easy to attract attention, but she never had. Why should that night have been different?
Founded by Salaster Lowseck, Axinthia was a rather small, poor place, deep in the south west of Draconia, the
He pulled out a hook attached to a string, and threw it to Orbu. The hook pierced his ankle, and while a bloody scream filled the air, Kleptes pulled, resulting in Orbu falling, and being pulled by his ankle closer and closer to him. He subsequently pulled the other part of the rope out, revealing it was tied in a noose. After jumping over Orbu, he threw the noose on the bald man, miraculously fitting perfectly over his head and around his neck. Moments later, when Orbu was far enough, and the rope tense enough, the noose tightened, forcing the bald man to fall backward, and leaving just Disha, on his way to mouthraping Cheryl. He looked up, in utter befuddlement. After showing Cheryl to the ground he picked a broken bottle up. He and Kleptes walked toward each other, ‘till the toothless man raised his bottle to hit Kleptes on the head, but Kleptes kneed toothless in the stomach, grabbed his forearm with which he was holding the bottle, and hit him on the head with his own arm. Disha fell to the ground. After clapping his hands together, he walked toward Cheryl, and offered a hand to help her up. She cautiously agreed, and took his