She wasn't the sort to seek entry or welcome, maybe it was the old threadbare way of how her life had become so unraveled. She had loved and lost over and over again that in these moments the notion of 'to hell with it' had become her motto.

Spade just didn't care any more but then looking back who could blame her? She had lost a fiance and her unborn child, had broken hearts and had her heart broken. Then there was the whole presence of one that got under her skin when she felt like her world was falling apart.

Maybe the world had shattered and she just didn't realize it quite yet. The time at the Dark Court and taking over the Hounds had been somewhat of a recovery session for Spade, but even then she knew no matter how much she was truly a Daughter of Donovan, she was meant to be alone and play at the life of solitaire once more.

It wasn't at the shelter that she found herself returning but instead to arrive on the doorstep of the club she had become so familiar with even if it seemed so long ago.

She couldn't go back to the life and ways she had back when she was running Cloud Nine but sometimes the past came back to haunt her. The letter from Ariahn had said enough in its undercurrents and dark lush way of indian ink insinuations.

The Crimson Scarf belonged to her now and with it all the responsibility of all its secrets and sins.

Tourmaline eyes closed as she near staggered under the weight of that responsibility as she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

There was so much of the past that remained here in her return and yet she found herself realizing it was time to make that change and take the risk. To go all in and challenge the future with a new outlook.

But first... there was something she had to do.

One last look at the woman she used to be before the scissors were raised and the raven dark of curls became severed and shorn.

New look. New Beginning. New Life.

This was only the start of the risk she took...but she would have it no other way.