In the city, a river of humanity rushes past, leaving behind in the alleys, the refuse. Those that become lost in the night: the sick and the broken. He shares the alley with the lost souls who like him long to escape their wounded and tormented existence. Does he feel anything at all? Or is his heart dark and empty, with no shred of humanity left? Is he even aware that his presence causes the destruction of those closest to him? Those he had hoped to protect.
How does one find humanity in an alley? How does one regain ones soul in an abandoned church? For him, this alley is a way station, his special purgatory. He lurks here in the shadows amidst this human debris, waiting just inside the portal from hell. But this is not his domain...
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