@Killjoy Morgan Black walked through the cracked sidewalks of the city. The street lamps still illuminated the old buildings, standing quietly in the early morning haze. The sky began to lighten, but the sun still refused to show his face as the full moon lazily began to turn away. The chilly, brisk smell of autumn hung in the air. A cool breeze pushed through the green leaves of the trees, whispering of the coming time for change. It was the kind of weather Morgan enjoyed, though his stern features did not show it. He turned and entered a small park. Running trails looped through, but were vacant. The small pond reflected the dim lamp light like black glass. The birds refused to go near him or his target. Morgan stopped at a park bench and shrugged inside his large trench coat. He glanced down to the young man's form lying down, ghostly pale. Bite marks clearly visible on his collarbone. He pulled out a phone: Got another one. He reached down, black leather gloved hand hesitantly touching the man's chest. "Wake up, son."