What filters, sooner or later, through everyones notice is a sense of .. emptiness. Perhaps it's the time of day, or even the time of year, but there seem to be very few people about, and those who are there seem .. uneasy. They probably don't even notice it themselves, but to the enhanced senses of a scion, it seems fairly clear that something odd is going on here.<br/><br/>Question is, what?