It was a chilly night corvo had just finished his "job" as the empress's personal guard. Or one of the quests he was supposed to finish. He followed through on the "execution" of a high street-gang leader. He was out during the curfew of the city something he knew he shouldn't have done; this shan't stop him. With his hood pulled over his eyes he dashed through the streets; the cool air rushing past his long brown hair. Though he was sprinting his footsteps only made a soft thudding not a loud clatter. This was the year of the "Black Plague" there were plenty of rats that lurked around and sometimes in large groups. But on occasion the plague would accumulate a virus that turned people into corpses these were called weepers. Ahead was a swarm of rats; though the amount may have not been countable it was enough to flood the street from side to side. Corvo saw this knowing he may have to do a risky move. He takes a sharp turn into the direction of a wall only a meter away from these rats. The rats all instantly snap their heads at him as they begin to scurry towards him. Corvo runs at the wall (The rats not far behind him) and leaps up firmly getting a plant on the wall. He uses the leg that's hanging in air and pushes himself up the wall; his arms out in front of him so he can grab the wooden ledge of a window. By now the rats have ran into the wall confused where he had gone; to corvos relief the rats give up. He pulls himself up on the windowsill seeing that directly behind him is a steel patio the doors to the building wooded and closed. With his left hand still gripping the window and his feet tucked in and his right arm outstretched to patio. He calms his breathing and takes the risk using legs to kick him off the wall toward the patio