Desperate, gasping panting, from an alleyway. The extermination had only just reached its ending crescendo of screams and pleas for mercy. Blood, stains the ground in vast pools, far too much for that of a human soul, bright, glimmering gold, like oceans of ichor.
A figure is crouched in the very back of that small cramped space, legs loosely sprawled across the ground, a single hand clutching a stump where an arm would be.













