A soul so dark and cold
No emotion, devoid of all feeling
There is no redemption
There stood four on a cliff-top, hanging over a major seaport. They wore black cloaks with hoods that covered their faces in shadows. As if sensing their presence, the sun made a vain attempt to stay above the horizon but eventually continued its descent to illuminate the other side of the world. The sky turned from orange to night and soon, the darkness smothered all the land. Beneath one hood, a smile appeared. A smile with fangs. Suddenly, all around the four, a band of more cloaked people appeared. Its time to hunt my brothers, hissed the cloaked figure who had smiled. As if from some unknown signal, the group of cloaked figures vanished, silent as the moonlight now shining on the grass.