Instinctual Fear (Valda Herrick, Original) (Patreon)

"Oy! Miss! What are you doing out in the cold so late? Hurry on! There's a storm brewing and it's going to get worse. I'll escort you back home."

"No need, constable. Thank you."

"Come now, I'll just-"

Something beyond the winter chill, beyond any bodily sense, made him shiver.

(Been in a real writing mood lately, so I wanted to combine a bit of art and prose, hopefully to good effect)