Sunset arrived in a slow tilt, the orange and yellow revealed a scenery of bloodshed. One that would happen more often than weekly and less often than daily; yet completely at random. A figure's shadow stood still but suddenly disappeared as if it had never been there. A character's face had been revealed within the coming moonlight, as reflection off the water brought light to its silhouette. It was a man of red painted flesh and fair skin. He smiled revealing a set of large canine teeth which implied his inhumanity; then said gruesomely.

"Found you."

This humanoid being shared similarity to humanity, but was something else all together. This creature looked into the moonlight just as the moon shadowed over. His body began disappearing until all that was left was his shining white teeth as his mouth opened to say.

"Little diclonius."

Brought forward by the nightfall as this night dweller looked for its objective. Unknown to all others, known only to himself. This single walking nightmare hunted its prey like a wolf pack hunts caribou. The stalker who had no name shared similarity to the scythe of death itself searching for its next target. The buildings and lamp-lights had lit, revealing life in its wake and death where it did not touch.

The figure reemerged but not in the same place. A rooftop, hidden by low flying fog. The figure took a deep breath, a sigh and finally a cry of laughter only shared by those insane themselves. It masked it's face with its right hand and shouted.

"what a night -"

He did little else other than mutter the last two words.

"for murder."

He looked around as if he was asking where to start and the sound of steel being removed from sheath resonated around him. He had disappeared once more but the sound of footsteps were not far from his origin. His destination was just as unknown as his true intentions and the crescent moon shined brighter and brighter. It had a yellowish tint which once symbolized the time of harvest.

As shadow loomed closer, past windows and doors, there was not a single area clear of it; not a light had been lit. A black out had fallen amongst the people and many would not wake the next day if they wandered the streets. creatures, bird and beast were the only ones capable of spotting this shade; those children of men plagued by the diclonius virus and those of ordinary descent could not understand that of which they could not see. This figment of imagery returned and the man faded in like a ghost behind one of the two lone women. He spoke in a sinister tone.

"peek-a-boo."

He stabbed her once with a three decimeter long blade.

"I-"

Then a second time.

"see-"

Then he looked up to the traumatized accomplice with a devilish smirk and an evil glare. Before pouncing on her like a wild animal.

"you!"

A scream sounded but was cut short. Shortly after, the police were sounding the sirens of equity before stopping to a scene of two murders, that of the two girls that man had killed. He was no man, but a beast in human form, as one woman was driven into the ground with five knives and the other was rendered limbless. An arm and a leg were missing and no blood trail was found, no finger prints and no tire tracks. The conclusion was that this being, this suspect, was feral and blood crazy. Morning arrived bringing forth a semi-permanent brightness that was shinning and somewhat alive itself.

Many hours later, when the day had been nearly over, life had been sparking from within the industrial sectors. The same shady figure seen that night before was behind the counter of a nearby corner store. His sinister attitude and frightening appearance had changed completely. His face and clothing were completely visible and his smiles were full of pride, happiness and glee; a complete change of persona. He had fairly long black hair which stretched past his shoulders and his hair was combed behind his ears so he could see. His attire consisted of a neutral blue button-up shirt and black pants. A customer walked into the building and the man welcomed his customer.

"Welcome, how may we help you?"

The customer who entered the shop was a young woman, she was covered in grease and engine oil. She asked seemingly rushed.

"Have any electrical tape".

The man relaxed his shoulders and indicated where her desired product was.

"Third row to the right beside the wire-cutters."

The woman returned shortly after with three items, a bottle of water, a sandwich and the tape she needed. After she paid and left, the man stretched as the manager walked in. The manager ordered

"Stephen, we should close up now since it's getting late."

After Stephen finished stretching he acknowledged simply by giving a short nod and reply.

"alright boss, whatever you say."

The manager spoke as Stephen made for the door; just after he had grabbed the handle.

"Stephen, I have some new guys coming in tomorrow. Would you be able to find work elsewhere?"

He received word that he was being fired from his job and remained calm as he had experienced this often. The fact of being fired didn't bother him as much as it would bother other people. Stephen was the kind of person to not let small things like that bother him. He then opened the door and did not reply again. After leaving he began his walk home. He didn't live far, from the store and he turned left to enter a triple floored apartment complex. The building looked run-down and the brick facings were falling apart. It's windows were faded and once white coloured siding was shaded yellow. The building was quite old by appearance and was surprising it still had inhabitants.

A door was opened from within and then closed with a slam. The apartment was empty other than a map of the town on the wall, a cabinet and a couch with holes in it. There was no other sound of movement or discussion in the entire apartment. It was deserted and empty, there were no lights or power of any kind. The rundown home was likely to be destroyed within the month.

Stephen stumbled and fell against the wall. He felt his head ache, his arms shook as if something was happening on the inside; something wanting to come out. He looked up at the sky through his window seeing the sun setting and the darkness returning. He asked himself a question aloud hoping to find an answer.

"why is it -"

His calm breathing stopped and began breathing heavily. He laughed in the same tone from the night prior to the day that has just ended. The sadistic and evil grin returned on his face as he approached the door to the cabinet. He flung the door open and removed a sheathed katana along with dark shadowy clothing he wore the night before. A knock on the door was heard and he spoke.

"knock-knock?"

He ran to the door and threw it open violently with the blade in his right hand, sheath in his left; yelling:

"who's there!"