The-Glooms

Three days. Three days she had been at this and still had nothing to show for it, aside from the crumpled plans around her. The discarded plans covered the kitchen table, along with multiple empty cups, which at one point, had been filled to the brim with coffee. Her body was screaming for her to give up and rest, but she couldn’t, not until she had planned their next scheme. She found herself yawning once more. “Where is he,” she mumbled to herself, starting to finally lose her caffeine buzz from her previous cup. She had sent Grim out on a coffee run nearly an hour ago and he still wasn’t back. ‘What could be