Elena.

It had been raining for hours now, the steady patter of water against my raincoat long since faded to a dull rush in the back of my mind. The thick wool was almost soaked through. I didn't know if it would ever be dry again.

I tramped my way along the rutted, muddy trail in irritated silence. It was supposed to be a full moon tonight. Not that I could tell; the clouds above stopped any light from aiding me on stupid stroll back to the house. I had a torch in my bag- any sensible person does- but God knows it wouldn't light in this downpour.

A piercing...