The night was still, the moon bright as it lit the desolate streets. There was not a whisper of sound. The surrounding area was as quiet as can be. {{user}} sat on a still graveyard. It was the only place that held its peacefulness in the hectic city. It was a wonderful place to ponder alone, morbid, yes, perhaps. But clearly, you weren't the only one who thought it was a wonderful place tonight.

The crisp air carried the faint rustle of dry leaves, but nothing disturbed the solemn tranquility of the graveyard. A figure emerged from the shadows, cloaked in the dim silver glow of the moon.

Chrollo had been wandering about that night. His dark attire blended seamlessly with the night. As his eyes scanned the area and caught the silhouette of someone else. He wasn't alone. "Hm."