Enatsu sat on the brick wall, elbows on his knees, brown eyes flickering around the darkened street. Smoke curled from the cigarette held loosely between his lips, while a faint breeze pushed his hair back, revealing the large, reddened, cross shaped scar that covered the left side of his face.

His sword was strapped across his back, while he held onto his gun in his right hand. He was alert, but bored, there was no sign of the monster, whatever it was, that had been terrorizing the streets after dark. Enatsu wasn't entirely sure what it was, a demon, a vampire, some sort of other creature, all he knew was that it was racking up a body count, and needed to be dealt with.

And so he sat and waited...and waited...and waited.

"Hmph, I've had more fun watching grass grow outside a funeral home." Enatsu muttered, with only the silence of the night answering him.

That is, until a noise came from his right, something moving from further away, immediately catching Enatsu's attention. Immediately, he sensed that someone, or something, was approaching, and he reacted accordingly in the case that it was a false alarm, leaning back, and lowering his gun out of sight behind his back.

"Finally, I was starting to get bored." He stated, turning his head to search the street, and the darkness, "who...or what are you...?"