8.5"x11", Prismacolor Color Pencil, Micron Pen, Copic Markers. The patterns of night had already settled over the quaint little town which came alive with the bustling afterthoughts of nightlife. Through the shifting crowd, a murderer walked, but none would know it from the way he tipped his hat and greeted you with the most charming of smiles. Moments later, his hands would be wrapped around the pretty throat of some unseeming whore, the singing of a knife and a mean hand covering her scream. And yet it was he who would scream as the shadows themselves came alive and wrapped around his hand, bending back every finger unnaturally. A white face hovered at his back like the face of a ghost, one single white eye boring into him. "I'm not here to to save her, or anyone, I come only for you." The whore screamed as the murderer was wrenched into the air and pinned against the wall. The flash of a knife drove through the thief's hand into the wall, the ensuing scream covered by the mouth of the creature, holding him in a kiss of death. One more sigil burned brilliantly into the creature's forearm, the long haired ghost watching the empty shell of the man fall to the ground with disinterest. The poor woman had since wrapped her arms about herself in a fragile shelter. "Th....thank you.." She murmured deliriously, but froze and hid her eyes as the creature, the man, turned to her and lifted a finger to his lips. "Shhh....make your peace. I have only devoured one of many." With that, the shadows seemed to seep back into place and the man simply sheathed the knife and strolled out of the alley, blending well with the other creatures of the evening who turned their eyes from everyone in the world.