It was the middle of the night when Ezio slipped through the window of the seemingly abandoned house. The rooms were dark and musty, while various pieces of furniture littered his path. Only that the house wasn't abandoned tonight.

Wanda hadn't found a place to live after Clint left. She still went 'home' to feed the chickens and see Beverly but she found it difficult to sleep in the house that after two years in the village had become her home. At night she wandered until she was to tired to stand and then took shelter in whatever house was near. Tonight, it was this house.

Arado's ears perked up and he nosed Wanda's side, rousing her from her sleep. She was using her leather jacket as a blanket and beneath that she had a pair of jeans and a tank top. Blades rested at her sides and when she heard the soft scraping of footsteps she rose to her feet, flicking the gleaming metal into her palm. Wanda was used to being quiet but Arado wasn't...

"Who's there?" She called out when she realized that stealth was out of the question.