<strong> Vincent “Vince” Phelps - Intro Post</strong><br/><br/>Late at night, the city always seemed quiet, especially once the bars had given up on the saturation of people deep within.  Time always seemed to creep on without allowing the sun to rise yet, giving the streets an abandoned feel that no amount of streetlights seemed to remove.<br/><br/>Of course, having the city to oneself during the wee hours of the morning never perfectly implied solitude.  Caught between the alleyways, barely illuminated by the hanging light of a broken lamp post, three men were beating senseless a tired man in bloody rags.  Each of the three had biker's gear, one a chain and another a baseball bat, but the third simply kept the man pinned to the wall.<br/><br/>The alleyway was several feet across, although a dumpster set up halfway through kept it from being large enough for a vehicle.  A number of posters were barely visible in the dim light, one with a small child in an overdramatic sulk with the words "We need your help" written in big red text just under his face.  All of the little strips with the phone numbers had already been torn off.