Dark clouds gathered in a sea of gray, lightning streaking across the sky and instantaneously lighting up the darkened world. Thunder rolled in the dark sky, billowing like the belly of a hungry beast. Rain poured from the blackness, creating swirling puddles and miniature ponds on the roads of the city. Cool winds tossed the trees, throwing bouts of rain at the faces of any who dared walk outside. Street lamps stood tall in the darkness, casting eerie shadows and dingy light on the gravel. Cars roamed the streets like beastly animals, the sidewalks filled to the brim and spilling over the curbs with people in coats all scurrying like ants, going about their day in spite of the bad weather. White hair stirred in the stormy breezes, violet eyes cutting through the wall of rain with their intent glare. Frey stood in the middle of a mostly empty street, taking in his surroundings. His heart was racing; he could hear it pounding in his ears, and he needed to catch his breath. The alley was narrow and littered with garbage; bagged, in cans, and strewn about on the pavement. It was a dead-end road with a wooden fence at the end, blocking off the way to a backstreet. Grabbing the top of the fence, Frey hoisted himself over it and came to stand in the little alley between two buildings. "I should be far enough away for now." He thought, taking up a slow walk towards the end of the alley. He peered around the corner of one building. It opened onto a sidewalk of a busy street, with many shops and people walking with umbrellas. The building whose wall he stood against was a drug store. It would do to get out of the rain.