A thin Line of burning orange is all that remains of the sun as it sank below the horizon. A cold wind swirled in between the buildings forming vortexes as it rushed between the glass and steel towers with enough force to turn gigantic three bladed windmill's that dotted the city's outline basked in a pale unearthly electric yellow glow. A lone figure stood on top of a tall building, cloaked in darkness. The edge of his long coat flapped in the wind as its red eyes shined, watching like a bird of prey, as two girls in school uniforms were running hoping to make curfew down the Avenue, taking a shortcut, turning into an alley. A smile appeared as the moonlight caught a glimpse of its fang, lifting its foot up and stepped out over the edge of the building, disappearing into the darkness below.