On a late Saturday night, around three am, the weather was cool, the sky was mostly clear with most of the clouds heading north, the moon would be at the point of perigee, shining brightly over a a medium sized city. The streets would be empty as most of the city would be sleeping. There would be two to three people who were still out and about walking along the sidewalks. The scene would take us around the city, showing several shops, many homes, four skyscrapers in the center of the city. We would finally stop at an old abandoned church. The door looks like it has boards keeping the door shut, windows would be shattered but some pieces would still be intact, This church was old, hasn't been used for many many years. Higher up on the church would be a bell that would start to move back and forth, but no sound would be heard. We now go inside the church, pews snapped in half, some still together where they originally were, candles of all sizes would be sitting on a table in the back left corner. There would be a staircase that would head upwards, the stairs would be made of wood that would have either rotted or is mostly rotted. On the way up the stairs there would be more candles on shelves that were actually lit, the higher up the bigger the candle. Now, at the top of the stairs, directly in front would be a large black door that would be open only slightly. We move forward to take a peek through the crack in the door. Blood would be dripping form the ceiling, as well as a pool of blood on the floor behind the door. We now open the door to see what was inside. A figure would be standing in the center of the room, in the right hand the figure would be holding a scythe with the bladed side pointing up, on the scythe there would be a lifeless male body. The scythe's blade halfway through the mans torso, his blood dripping onto the scythe and onto the floor. The room would be lit by candle light, but as we stare at the scene, smoke would be gathering behind this figure, the smoke being dense. the figure would turn to face the door. This figure would have on a long black robe, black jeans, a pair of blue boots that were coated in blood. But the feature that stood out the most, on his face would be a mask. Not just an ordinary mask, but a black gas mask. The eye glass on the mask would be glowing a dark purple that would fade to a light purple, then back to dark. The figure would be breathing kinda heavy. Taking the scythe, lifting it up with the body above his head, the figure would swing in a horizontal swipe launching the body off the blade and towards the door. "....." The figure would sigh deeply, the sigh would now give away that this figure was a man. He would turn around and walk towards a gigantic stained glass window that covered the whole wall. This window was the only window that was unbroken. The stained glass would be covered in dark red. As he approached the window, his head would lift back to look towards the moon. As the moons bright light would shine in on him, the moon would look crimson red. "This city, soon will know that I am here. Soon it will burn. And this time they will know how it feels.." His voice sounding deep, depressed, dark, and very serious.