A city in the shadow realm

Located on the dimensional borders between the shadow realm and the human world, Aurelen is a city of great variety, as well as a commercial center. However, as one may expect, it carries a high level of crime and murder, as well as housing multiple uncontrollable gangs.

-As night falls, a lone hooded figure walks slowly on the empty street, the lamp posts blazing from darkness as it reaches most corners. The figure looks tall and lanky, though it is hard to see, as the black jacket it wears obscures most of its body, though two crimson eyes, one with glowing purple near the pupil, and a bored facial expression protrudes from underneath the hood-

-The figures shoes clack across the cobblestone road, its eyes shifting at every corner, missing no detail. Signs in rhe shops are turned, so as to mark the end of a day, and to mark they are closed. Alleyways are in between every six or so shops, as well as the occasional hotel, and inn.-

A cloaked figure stepped out of a shop, eyes glowing from under the hood. Slipping along in the shadows, almost becoming one itself, the figure crept along.

-Tonight was a special night, of which most that inhabited the city feared, a festival of bloodlust, of which the laws could not chain. Most kept locked in their homes, the mortals, and even lesser demons, most anyone who had not a death wish.-

-An orange moon penetrates the dark clouds where it can, the light passing through the gaps, it is a relatively still and quiet night, though every now and then one can hear faint echoes of screams-

The figure stops as it hears the screams, and when the moon peeps out, then grins, showing pointed canines. It catches the scent of someone else and disappears back into the shadows.

-The eastnorthern sect of the compacted city where this takes place is deathly still, all for a discreet alleyway where a killing takes place, cries for help reaching out in vain to those who used to keep the victim company on his stroll. His blood pours from his veins in the dark alley, where he is held against a brick wall. His face is decorated with the features of agony.-

"Please....No more....." -His cries die down as a figure stores the leaking liquid of great value in a metallic canister. A small chuckle comes from the figure putting it away.- "As you wish. Thanks by the way."

The air smelled wicked and dangerous. Hand on sword, the figure hurried on.

-The figure gathers its things in a suitcase and heads on, leaving the unconscious man on the street in the middle of the alleyway. He turns a corner, accidently running into the the armed figure-

She cursed.

"Who the hell are you?"

-The figure stumbles, surprised that the street carries the prescence of another- "...." -He quickly gathers his things from the ground and starts running-

She gives chase, grabbing onto it's arm.

-He tries to rip his arm free, but the man trips and topples over his things- "Dammit!" -He tries to scrape together what he can from off the ground, paying little to no attention to the person that stopped him in the first place."