The darkness slips even further as the evening became later, and the sun was nothing more than a sliver on the horizon. The shadows grew in the night, making the world seem a lot scarier than it actually was. But at the same time, the black hid things from view, evil and all that some might call the work of the devil himself was hidden here, and one had every right to be frightened, as they could not see the unfurling of the demon's wings.<br/><br/>A dog barks in the distance, the sound of a siren going off, and a train rumbles past. The sounds of the city never died away, and even from his lofty and far away spot, Unon could still hear everything. It was a comfort, but at the same time it was rather annoying. He wished that, for once, all could be silent. The noises to die away, so that he was surrounded by nothing by his own thoughts, and the melody of emptiness.<br/><br/>At that moment, it was quiet in the large 'apartment' that he called home, as he'd turned off the television, so that he was laying there on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. For some reason he was feeling uneasy, as if there was something out there, searching. Trying to find him, or rather, trying to peer in to what he was. It was an unsettling sensation, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up at one point, a shiver runs down his spine, and his jaw clenches.<br/><br/>Unon's eyes narrow, and a frown forms on his lips. Just what the hell was going on here? Usually he never felt like this, in fact it had been quite some time since he'd even felt the slightest clench of what people called 'fear'. A low growl escapes from the back of his throat as he slips off the couch, standing up and stretching.<br/><br/>His legs guide him back to his room, crossing the floor to the closet and opening it. Pulling out a short sleeved black shirt, he puts it on. It was rather form fitting, much like the long sleeved black shirt when he went out to do his 'jobs'. After this went on fingerless black gloves, and in holsters placed on the back of his belt went his silver pistols. Several other weapons were already in place in pockets and holders.<br/><br/>Unon had decided to take a stroll in the night, to ease the feeling he was getting, hoping that the cool air would somehow wash away this sensation he was getting. Going to the balcony, he closes the door behind him, and jumps from the railing, all the way to the ground below, at least ten stories or so. This didn't jolt him in the least, and he walks away, this time being casual and not bothering with the whole parkour deal.<br/><br/>Letting his feet guide him where they will, he was surprised to find himself back in the general vicinity of where he'd made his kill earlier that day. Not directly so, but if he took a few turns he'd wind up at that bar. A frown forms, and the goosebumps came back, all along his arms and neck.<br/><br/>A sound reaches his ears, the sound of footsteps. He pauses for a moment, then silently jumps up to the phone and electricity wires that lined the edge of the streets. More agile than a tightrope walker, he makes his way along it, a mere shadow sliding along in the night. And, as he turns a corner, he was surprised to see a familiar sight. It was the guy from earlier, the tall male.<br/><br/>Pausing on top of a pole, he jumps up even further, to a roof just ahead of where the man was walking, not realizing that the place he'd landed was the roof of the place that this man called home. From this angle and distance, Unon would just appear as a shadow of a person, the only color being his glowing red eyes. Perched atop the roof peak, he stares at the man as he walked. Something about this guy...seemed off...<br/><br/>And Unon was going to find out what it was.