It was night time, and the streets were quiet, and for the most part, empty. There was no wind, and it looked like a storm was on it's way, as the sky was filled with dark clouds, and the air was humid. A distant roll of thunder could be heard. The whole scene was ominous, and had every right to be, considering what was going to take place.<br/><br/>A shadow slips through the blackness of the alleyways, jumping up onto fire escapes, leaping from roof to roof, to drop back to the ground twenty feet below once more. A silver glint could be seen in the figure's hand. A gun. But it was no ordinary gun, it was a gun that had killed, and killed so many individuals. And the one pulling the trigger craved to do it again.<br/><br/>They were following someone, tracking an individual, to kill them. The killer, a male with glowing red eyes, had been hired to rid the streets of a particular person. A certain loan shark that was becoming to big for his proverbial britches. The goal? Snuff him out as quickly as possible, by any means neccesary. He grins, as he spots the target, his trigger finger itching to be used.<br/><br/>"Time to die, Kazuki Usaeki." He mutters to himself, as he waits for the perfect moment. A drop of rain falls, and lands on his cheek, but he pays no heed. Even when the rain began to pour harder, and he becomes completely soaked, he ignores it, his eyes staring at the man, watching him go inside a building, probably to do business. And so he waits.<br/><br/>Who is this person? Unon. The shadow. Shade. Blood Raven. Death Incarnate.