The sun sunk down the horizon making way for the moon, the day embracing the dark of night…
Down an isolated alley located in the backyard district of the Duskreaver Estate. A figure could be seen bolting through the lone path, the blurry shadow streaking through the alleyway faster than the human eye could track.
Draped in a black leather coat, fluttering through the wind as they ran, silently and nimbly, moving past a few passersby unnoticed.
It wasn't until they got into a specific corner, a block section located at the backyard of an old pub at the isolated part of the estate, that they stopped.
Coat fluttering, they pulled their hood even lower to protect their hidden features even further, the wind howling past their frame as an arm sprang from underneath the coat, caressing the wall, with faint pulses of essence rippling from their fingertips.
