Rain cascaded down upon the town. It seemed silent and deserted, but that was due to the time. The clocks had just steuck midnight. The witching hour. The hour when anything is possible. And the foulest of evils are said to stir from their slumbers...
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A dark shape could be seen, silhouetted against the gates of an old, dilapidated church. The figure was stood with his back to the gate, looking out across the street. He wore a black jacket, with short, three quarter length sleeves and a deep hood - which was pulled up over his head. A few long, slightly curly locks on firy ginger hair hung from below the hood, and were drilling with rain. The figure was soaked, but the rain did not seem to bother him.
He lifted his head and looked up at the moon - it was a crescent, but seemed strangely bright. He gazed up at it, the light bathing his face in a strange blue glow. It send evil looking shadows dancing along a savage scar that ran along the right side of his face - and over one eye. The figure shifted, casting his face back into shadows once more.
He seemed restless, almost like a nervous horse - constantly moving, feet never still. However, the moves were only fractional. A noise, and he looked up again. He watched as you stepped into the street. A faint smile danced across his lips as he watched you in silence.



