The rain ran down Pyunma's face like a soft river, the wind hissed like snakes in his ears, the young African man walked slowly through the town which was abnormally abandoned, not a single person, cat, dog or Hobo was to be seen. He dug his hands deeper into his pockets, he spun around, he had heard the sound of hooves behind him, Pyunma slowly surveyed the place well of what he could see, the sheets of rain becoming thicker and heavier. Suddenly Pyunma's sent falling to the hard concert ground; a strong hand gripped the back of his jacket, pulling him up to stare into the face of his attacker. It's a huge, demon, it rancid breath filled 008's lungs causing him too cough and splutter.