Walking along the road to get to her hotel, Ryan began thinking about who this Starla could be. Was she the witch? Or was she just a traveler wanting to keep a low profile? What ever the reason, Ryan needed to know which one before other people started dropping.

As she entered her hotel she saw a couple getting real touchy with each other outside of a door.
She looked at them with a disapproving face, "You have a room, use it." She said, walking past them as the woman flipped her off.

As Ryan looked through her coat's pocket for her key she noticed her door already open. Concerned, she reached into her coat for her pistol she had loaded earlier. She slowly crept towards her door, aiming her pistol at who ever might come out at her.

As she pushed opened the door, the hinges squeaked, her view of her room showed no one. Ryan then scoffed at herself for being silly, thinking she might have left the door open as she left earlier that morning.

The room was completely quiet, nothing showing disturbance.

Ryan walked into the room, closing the door behind her, turning around to be greated by a man wearing a mask. She yelped in surprise as the man then put a cloth on her nose and mouth. Struggling to get out it his grip, she only tired herself out, passing out from the gas that was on the cloth.

Darkness. That's all she saw, Darkness. Ryan who had passed out, groggily woke up, tied to a chair. Normally she would be able to rip right out of there, due to her immense strength, but there was a problem. Painted on the floor was a devil's trap, holy oil lit aflame around her, along with some spells written on the floor and above her.

"Shit." she mumbled weakly to herself.