It was a cold, dead night in New York, well, what was left of it anyway. Leo had to be on high alert, the kraang usually prowled around at this time. He heard a rustle come from a nearby alleyway and he walked towards it with his katana raised. His eyes landed on a small figure hovering over a dead person, he grimaced when he heard the snapping of bones and the slimy sound of flesh being chewed. At first, Leo thought it was a hound, then it dawned on him. This was a child.