This was supposed to be simple. Help to make a nice dinner for the Chemist, a ghoul with a penchant for stand-up and utterly obsessed with all things alchemical, and fulfill my promise.

Nonetheless it hasn’t gone according to strategy, and now corpses are littering the streets-although they’re getting eaten pretty rapidly too. I’m nearly in anyone’s good graces either, as it’s partially my problem, and my very existence is being transformed ugly and inside out.

If that wasn’t a sufficient amount of, my husband’s even now sick, and still a muppet, I believe something has gone wonky inside me, and my former keeps returning to haunt me personally.

Still, it’s almost all in a day’s work. It’s only a pity this vampire enforcer doesn’t actually get paid for all the good she will.