It is a cold autumn evening in London, many people are at home or in the local pubs drinking the Friday night in. If one knew and was looking at the right time, they would see a cloaked figure jumping silently from dusk-lit rooftop to dusk-lit rooftop. The black silhouette on the darkening sky was leaping and moving with the shadows. The shadowy figure was moving at a steady speed, obviously knowing its destination.

Coming to a stop on a large roof that was far beyond repair, the figure stayed there to catch his breath for a few minutes before edging towards the large skull at the front of the roof which was part of the building's sign. Stepping on a loose slate the figure slipped, grabbing the top of the skull to prevent him from falling. The slate slid down and landed on the hard ground in front of the door, making a loud thud and crash, smashing as it landed. The figure gasped and froze as the door of the building creaked open.

A man with long silver hair, which flowed down past his waist, came out into view of the dark figure. The man wears a long black robe that sweeps to the ground and covers his hands. Around his waist and shoulder he wears a dark grey sash that seemed to keep his robe together. On top of his head is a black top hat with a long train hanging off the top. As the man turned to look at the roof the figure shrank back attempting to hide, the figure saw that the man covered his eyes with his silver fringe, which was parted in the middle over the bridge of his nose.

The man seemed to hear the figure move or its panicky breathing, as he let out a sigh and spoke for the first time.