Koya nearly stumbled over the girl, a gasp catching in her throat as she recognized Sally from that night's customers. Koya had waited on the poor thing, giving her what attention she could when she could.
It seemed Sally had been dumped that night, and rather harshly in fact. Koya had mixed her drinks a bit stronger, offering a sympathetic ear when the other customers had been tended to. She was sweet, seemed kind, but here she was, dead.
Koya knelt beside the posed body, fingers grazing her bloody throat in attempts to find a pulse. Guilt suddenly burned in her gullet, in her chest, making her gasp audibly. She had made sure the girl had gotten good and drunk, but it had been only to help her dull the pain, at least for the night. Koya felt responisble, now, seeing her out here, abandoned like a broken rag doll. At least whoever had done this had taken the time to arrange her dress, her limbs, instead of dumping her like a candy wrapper.
Tears streaked down Koya's cheeks as she called into the bar, yelling for her boss or any other waitress she worked with to call the Watch. She sat with Sally, holding her hand, until the watch arrived.
Koya was more desperate now, than ever, to find a sorceress or mage to help her get home. She'd just moved into the apartment next door to the bar, and was making a bit of money now. Her boss had allowed her to split her shifts with another bar maid, and she was providing entertainment for the bar; which in turn, meant more money and more tips for her pocket.
Giving her statement to the officer, Koya trudged the half a block home, and climbed the stairs with a heavy heart. True, on Earth there was just as much crime and murder, but Koya had never had to meet with it, face to face like this. She needed help, she needed to find someway to either cope with this new world, or find someone to send her home.
It seemed Sally had been dumped that night, and rather harshly in fact. Koya had mixed her drinks a bit stronger, offering a sympathetic ear when the other customers had been tended to. She was sweet, seemed kind, but here she was, dead.
Koya knelt beside the posed body, fingers grazing her bloody throat in attempts to find a pulse. Guilt suddenly burned in her gullet, in her chest, making her gasp audibly. She had made sure the girl had gotten good and drunk, but it had been only to help her dull the pain, at least for the night. Koya felt responisble, now, seeing her out here, abandoned like a broken rag doll. At least whoever had done this had taken the time to arrange her dress, her limbs, instead of dumping her like a candy wrapper.
Tears streaked down Koya's cheeks as she called into the bar, yelling for her boss or any other waitress she worked with to call the Watch. She sat with Sally, holding her hand, until the watch arrived.
Koya was more desperate now, than ever, to find a sorceress or mage to help her get home. She'd just moved into the apartment next door to the bar, and was making a bit of money now. Her boss had allowed her to split her shifts with another bar maid, and she was providing entertainment for the bar; which in turn, meant more money and more tips for her pocket.
Giving her statement to the officer, Koya trudged the half a block home, and climbed the stairs with a heavy heart. True, on Earth there was just as much crime and murder, but Koya had never had to meet with it, face to face like this. She needed help, she needed to find someway to either cope with this new world, or find someone to send her home.