Snippet #2712872

Chloe frowned hard as he began moving around her cottage, tracking dirt on her floors and even more so when he took a seat on her bed. She folded her arms with a huff. "Alright, listen, and listen very carefully." He began. "Recently, very recently there has been a large spree of murders, all tied together by the same supernatural murderer. He went on and Chloe frowned, wondering why he was telling her this. She knew, of course, the entire witch community did but why did he tell her this, now? He couldn't possibly be here for that.

It's rare for a witch seeking offerings to go out of their way to take them from such a wide variety of places, none of the murders are normal so to say, all clearly caused by something an average knife-wielding buffoon can't do" He said and she watched with profound confusion. She did not like the look in his eyes "There are large risks with what I'm doing right now, only a few of them which I can account for, but I see it as the one with the least risks. Chloe Reed, I'm in desperate need for your help."
Chloe's jaw dropped. He knew her name, which wasn't hat surprising but the things that came after, tat was unsettling. "Wh-what?" She blurted "Why do you think I can help you?" t was clear he knew she was a witch, that wasn't what she was asking, but why her?
"I don't believe I have the power to do that, besides, won't the Order....disapprove?"