It was another one of those days, the kind that appeared to have no end in sight. Or, nights, was more like it. The insanity was like a far away dream, tickling at the edges of his mind waiting to take hold again. It was harder, now, ever since he had come back to the city, trying to hide his strange appearance took a lot of work and wasn't something he relished. Yet he lingered in this place longer than he should, as though he was waiting for something. This was the same city where he had met his strange fate, leaving him like... this. The strange man was simply leaning in an alleyway looking utterly suspicious with his hooded jacket up over his head to put his face into deep shadow. Fortunately odd hair colors were more and more common in this day and age, so the purple hair peaking out from the hood was not unusual. What appeared to be acid washed jeans covered his legs, and some ratty old boots his feet. It was hardly what he considered comfortable, but the more skin he covered, the better. If Ravier did not eat something soon, his mind was going to go on another extended vacation. It was as though he had waited too long, let the sanity escape too thoroughly, and now it was more elusive. Or perhaps he just wasn't eating enough. It was hard to tell, as prey was harder to come by now. Still, strange eyes peered out from under the hooded figure, scanning, listening for a heartbeat... or lack thereof. If he did feed again, he wouldn't be able to stay here any longer, he would have to move on. And some part of him did not want to. This city, it had some meaning, something he wasn't quite grasping, and so he was lingering and waiting, waiting too long. The night was especially dark due to the cloudiness, and it was spitting rain, making everything just slightly damp. Ravier did not mind the cold or the dark, but he stood there, feeling a little confused and trying to grasp the tendrils of his mind into a cohesive thought. People milled by the alleyway, very few noticing the shadowy figure. Every once in a while someone would flinch as they realized someone was in fact standing there, and they would quickly move on. Ravier did not acknowledge them, or even move. Only a supernatural would notice something odd about the figure, other than the shadiness of his stance and location, but none had come by this night. Perhaps for the best.. He did not know how long he had been standing, but sunrise was a long way off yet. That much he could discern.