Faust perched upon a rooftop, peering mockingly down at you. You had bern assigned to catch him after it became apparently clear he was in charge of local villain factions and spikes in crime.

With the sun behind him he almost looked morbidly beautiful. His four owlish wings sprawled behind him, lion-like tail curled round his talon-like feet. Two wings neatly covered his eyes, another two sprouting from where his ears should be.

He tilted his head, silently daring you to come closer.