New York City, that's where everyone goes to start their new lives, whether it is their first time off on their own or to start a new one. This goes for the creatures as well. Phoebe, the top demon hunter in the city knew that, she herself was one of those who recreated themselves. But that was for another time, her past was dark and only full of depression and anxiety. No use going back and looking at that, just scouting ahead.<br/><br/>The night was lit by a full moon and a busy city with bright lights and loud people, all going about their business. Phoebe, a nearly 6 foot tall young woman with long black hair that reached her hips stood at the top of an abandoned building's roof over looking the city. Her olive skin was blemished with many scars of all shapes, including a large one that went around her neck and one on her left cheek. All battle scars from training, fights and her past. She wore long black pants that hung over her thick military boots, a dark green tank top that was covered over by a long black trench coat. Her many assortment of knives and the two sets of guns at her side were also hidden by the coat.<br/><br/>The creatures were acting funny recently, that much was certain. After all, the vampires seemed to have left, their covens still held all of their personal belongings. A few of the under ground stores were randomly closed until further notice and there was a whole heap of goblins hiding on the west side of the area, refusing to go east for any reason. It all made no sense at all, Phoebe had to get to the bottom of this nonsense.<br/><br/>With a deep breath, she let it out slowly and left the building in which she called her home and headed for down town, hoping to find some information of the local creatures acting so strange.