The escaped criminal ran, relying only on his sense of smell. Her sense of smell was keen to one thing -- the scent of a criminal. That sense narrowed his location down to a diladipated shanty. "Hehe. You should take your time."
The shanty was abandoned with a giant magical rune etched into the floor. Fascinated by darkness, she became engrossed in her research. She didn't care whether it wad detrimental to her health or not. "These ones? Aren't they cute? They're my familiars."