Mercy sighed as they were returning to their room at the church of sin, placing their bags on the bed and plopping down beside them to take a moment’s rest. They had been out all day scouring shops all over Burrowgatory to find some last minute treats to show off to Father Oleander later that evening. It was Matentines Day afterall; what unholy bun of sin would Mercy be if they hadn’t planned something special?
They grabbed the receipt from their spree, finally swa...
