Dawn breaks.
Light breaking the creeping fog into swirling patches of shadow and light.
Run.
Hide.
They are gaining.
The mist breaks as a figure dashes from one alley to the next.
Red bolts of energy add another mark to the trailing edge of the cloak as it whips around the corner.
Dead end.
Jump.
The being sprints across the roof as the pursuers search the mist behind.
No more buildings.
Back to the ground.
More pursuers.
Hide.
The pursuers do not see the person as they move past a doorway.
There is nobody there.
They do not see him.
There is only a doorway.
The one who was not there slips out of the shadow of the doorway.
So close now.
The cloaked figure dashes towards a ship.
Keeping close to its hull he circles.
No.
The mist curls around a dark statue in front of the hatch.
A hum fills the docking bay as the mist glows with an inner fire.
The figure backs away from the sinister apparition.
So close.