The First Challenge

The broken off scream knocked her out of her comfortable daze, her steps faltered to a stop, and her hand gripped the tightly around the handle of her knife, even as she resolutely kept her gaze on the ground in front of her. Even this late in the evening, the main street was safe and well lit. Anyone that wandered off into the dimly lit alleys beyond put themselves in danger and deserved whatever happened to them. It certainly wasn't her responsibility to try to save them, try being the operative word. It wasn't like she was any sort of fighter or even particularly strong. She managed two more steps before the sobbing started.