A few days ago…
On a lonely street some distance away from the shelter, the ground suddenly parted, the pavement rearranging itself to give rise to a large hole.
Out of this hole came two individuals. One of them was a gargantuan man in a cloak and that shielded his features, he glanced at thes street for a moment ensuring that it was safe before unceremoniously dropping the second man to the floor.
The second individual was noticeably smaller, he fell to the ground with a hiss and quickly rose to his feet, holding onto his shoulder tightly to stop the bleeding.
Blood poured from his wound, forming a trail as they both quickly entered into a nearest building.
Once they got into the dark room, the boy fell to his knees and slammed his hand against the floor in frustration.
"Damn that bastard!"
His face was a mask of darkness and crimson, and red orbs appeared in the place of eyes, glowing with murderous intent.
He gritted his teeth and tightened his hold on the wound.
