It was on nights like these, during the winter, that the beasts came out to play. The cool air around caused the mist of breaths to transform into hazy puffs of smoke. The black twilight hour was close at hand, and this beast was waiting... waiting, as usual. Lackluster boots dug into mother earth's soil, slowing as what was targeted was found. An innocent creature is unaware of the situation, and it pulled down to earth within moments, flesh and blood mingled together in an age-old dance of murder.
Devoid of crimson, the beast continues its search for what he deeply lusted for; Power. Appearing like a king of the night, he scours the streets, searching for that which he hungers for. So much hunger. One day, he would have it all.
Of course he would never approach the borders of such a well-guarded facility in his regular attire. It wasn't all he wore. White clothing had been replaced with that of a darker blue. Bright orange hair had been styled differently, hidden underneath even a different hat. Roman almost felt naked in such clothing, but this was a scouting mission. Hands had to remain as clean as they could for the time being.
Nothing too suspicious fell under the mission's guidelines, just a few rounds along the bordered fence to recognize and compare large security points and locate a focal point in entering. Nothing too hard.
Nothing too hard, unless spotted.
Contacting his associate with details were brief. Short. Halted altogether at the sound of an approacher. The item quickly shoved into his pocket, Roman immediately shifted to meet with the stranger.
"It's not nice to jump on people, you know. I could have incentive to harm you if you were trying to rob me!" Oh, the irony.