A dark figure fell from thin air, landing in a crouched position. One hand to the ground while the other was curled loosely around the hilt of a black leather threaded katana. Slowly a large grinned played across the persons pale pinks lips before the raced forth into the night, following the decaying scent of fresh blood.<br/><br/>Silently they slipped into a building, pacing down a stair well, their foot falls oddly silent, almost cat like. The figure stopped at the bottom, crouching low near a stair well. Gently they reached out and brushed a slender finger across a large blood splatter formation, bringing the finger back up to sniff it lightly, scenting a wolf as opalescent eyes trailed over the form of a recently brutalized woman.<br/><br/>"He was here..." Sayuri purred in satisfaction.<br/><br/>This man was the knew hunted, he was her responsibility now. For some reason, the dark one's wanted her to hunt this bastard down. They didn't state whether he was part of them, or to be recruited. However, they did say they wanted him back at the Abyss, alive..<br/>