Sarah Dawn sat on the curb, staring out into her street, flinching as she heard the impact of her father's fist against her mother's face and her mother's low sobs of pain.  She shivered, goosebumps running up and down her arms.  The mist was cold and wet, and made the whole street hazy.  The street lights made the street glow a soft orange.  Sarah wiped the tears from her cheeks and stood, the yelling finally subsiding.<br/><br/>As she turned, Sarah glimpsed a figure out of the corner of her eye, a tall human-yet-inhuman figure, standing next to a street lamp, its features distorted by the fog.  The thing was half as tall as the street lamp and had impossibly long, spindly limbs, like that of a spider.  It watched her, head tilted curiously to the side, and it appeared to be a man, wearing a suit.<br/><br/>Sarah stared, captivated, as the figure stared at her.  An odd, echoing screech filled her ears, but yet she could not look away.  Sarah started slowly walking closer, as if in a trance, beckoned by the strange man, with no fear in her heart, simply pure curiousity.