There was something strange about this situation. Something that didn't add up. Yet, Leita decided not to speak up about it, even when Serci asked. She had little evidence and the possibility to convict an innocent was too great of a threat. Instead she just shook her head, hoping that was the right decision. Unfortunately, another person was dead. Leita's mind went to a dark place, wondering if that person had any kids or family to go home to. Realizing that wasn't going to do anybody good, she instead focused on the man in Cyan's health. He seemed shaken by what he'd witnessed. She gave Serci a nod then they went to the left of the foyer and up the stairs to the second floor. The building was a maze and no matter where they went, it seemed the narrows halls seemed to go on and on.

She began to hear the sobs but they were strange. It sounded less like they were cries and more like a giggle. That soft giggle transformed into a full blown laughter. Leita pushed Aria away from the creature and instructed her to go to the lobby as fast as possible. If she could get there and reveal the monster, then they would be saved. Aria ran down the stairs. The monster moved in front of the stairs, cutting off their exit as he roared loudly. Leita grabbed her dagger and handed it to him. She looked around the hall and spotted a vase full of flowers. Dumping out the flowers, she threw the pot at the werewolf's face. The werewolf roared with fury as the pieces of glass pierced his skin, creating an opportunity for Serci to strike him in the eyes.

Leita attempted to run past the werewolf, now that it could see. The werewolf flailed his arms around and managed to cut her arm with his claws. She slammed her hand down on the wound in an attempt to hide the smell and continued running down the stairs. They wouldn't be able to make it to the lobby. Not at this rate! A sign labeled Ballroom caught her eye and a smile formed on her face. The hotel's ballroom was for the nobles who wanted to dance the night away and had the thing she needed the most. She made it to the bottom of the stars and held up her bloodied arm for the werewolf to smell.

"Hey you fucking furry!" She shouted at the monster, "You're so pathetically slow I'd bet a crippled man with one leg could outrun you!"

Now the she had his attention, she darted into the ballroom. The room was large and beautiful, with golden floors and a giant silver chandelier with hundreds of glass crystals. The chandelier was being held up with a strong rope tied to a hook on the left side of the room. Leita ran into the room with the angry werewolf chasing after her. The werewolf was much faster but she'd gotten a head start.

"Serci, the chandelier rope!" She screamed to him, hoping he'd catch onto her plan.

The chandelier was extremely heavy and made entirely of silver, two things that'd kill a werewolf stone dead. Clutching her injured arm, she rushed underneath the chandelier and took a couple steps back then waited. If the chandelier dropped, she would be enough out of harms way to survive, with only a few glass injuries. The werewolf burst into the room and began to lunge towards Leita. She turned her back to the creature and covered her head, just so she'd be safer if Serci managed to cut the rope in time.