Blake crouched on the edge of a blood-splattered guard tower, he climbed to the roof, the girl capable of doing this, she had the scent of a blood-thirsty girl. But genders did not matter when it came to claiming souls. He spotted her sealing the doors of a lab. He moistened his lips, "A soul, so pure, yet filled with hatred. A soul looking for answers, a soul to devour."<br/><br/>His body angled sharply, tipping him off the tower, and excavating a crater at the base. He rose, the impact had knocked out some wind in him, it would not be the case should he be in his true form but... He looked critically over his attire, trench coat, buttoned up to the chin. Top hat, Dirt. He swiped his hand over the patch of dirt, eradicating any sign of previous existence. He sprinted forward, moving easily despite his attire. He arrived at the door and pried the steel open, tapping the girl on the shoulder, "Hello little girl..."<br/><br/>[OH MAN! Blake sounds like a rapist!!]