A city once full of life; now found itself gripped by a frigid yet daunting sense of fear. Deep within the twist and turns that comprise it's streets. Lurked a foul and insidious baneful evil; whose wings had become unfurled. Swallowing even the brightest of lights and blanketing the heavens in an ethereal sheet of metaphysical gloom. Even now; as Kirk wandered the labyrinth of a city. He could feel it's harrowing gaze barreling on him. Its subliminal song tugging at his very fibers. This was the curse of being so in tuned with the spiritual aspects of our world. "Fuck this shit..." He whispered to himself before kindling a cigarette, a bitterness coursing through his spine. Putting away his lighter as he traversed the brick roads littered with both garbage and sin; leaving a trail of cancerous fragrance in his wake. Prostitutes and drugs were everywhere, as well as a sense of corruption which stemmed not from solely a single entity. Rather the hearts of many. He found it ironic that despite being tasked with slaughtering all sorts of manner of beast. He was forbidden to destroy the greatest demon of them all. That being the corrupt and decaying hearts of men. Like water under a bridge he would cast aside such idle thoughts. And instead focused on his primary objective. Despite the monstrosities cautious and reclusive nature. It still managed to leave traces of its existence. Some as bold as the mangled corpses of its victims. Some as subtle as a single thread of energy; which still resonated and reverberated with the signature of its power. Even now as a group of spectators congregated around a single corpse. Both out of fear and curiosity toward the confrontation and conflict they desired to observe, from a safe distance. Such was the way of man. Kirk would listen to their idle bantering as he continued to enjoy the calming affect of his cigarette. Shrugging his shoulders seeing how no real information could be gathered here. And instead of wasting anymore time he would venture onward through the dimly lit streets. Making his way toward the best source of information in his line of work. That being the drunks...and so to the bar he went. Grasping the knob of brass firmly before pushing the door open. The creak of the door was overshadowed by the sheer volume of incoherent chatter and flirtatious comments being tossed around the room. With grace he would weave between the crowd. Dropping his cigarette on the scratched wooden floor before igniting yet another. Resting at the bars counter as his fingers drummed against the already worn wood. "Bartender..." Kirk would call out to him. The man waving him off as he flirted with a customer. This naturally settled badly with Kirk. "I am a Platinum eyed witch. Here to slay your little infestation problem. If anyone has information do share. Less it claim another victim...trust me it will feed tonight!" Kirk bellowed; deafening the normal clamor. Causing an unnatural and eerie silence to settle. The people were in shock; platinum eyed witches were considered abominations. Mutants birthed through vile sorcery and god knows what sort of fornication. Most considered them to be demons themselves. Unworthy of life. This fear, disgust and curiosity plastered itself on the local populace faces. As they whispered amongst each other. "If any of you care to assist me in ending this blight in a timely manner. Thus removing my need for being within your walls then I advice you speak now. Whether it be intelligence or a sword arm. I am sure at least one of you beautiful ladies and scholars possess enough courage to stand up for your own?"