It was the same this night as well, the soft and melodious sound of a stringed instrument filled the strangely quiet night. The streets were empty, the clubs weren't as rowdy, but the strangest of all...Alastor felt..tired.

It was no secret Alastor had insomnia, to the point where he'd go weeks without rest, yet that soft melody he'd started to hear each night on the rooftop soothed his chaotic mind and lulled him to rest.

He'd find this mysterious and talented musician, tonight