“Don’t worry, Donut,” I said. “We’ll find out who’s responsible, and we’ll make them pay.” Thwump. Something hit the roof of the inn, directly over our heads. It slid off the rooftop and crashed loudly into the street. In the morning we’d discover the body of a naked, twisted human prostitute, sprawled out in the alley next to the inn. Scrawled onto her back in torn, bloodless flesh were the words, “No, you won’t.”
