In was the evening, maybe two PM by now, the sound of monsters and humans steps heard as they passed the alley without a second thought making a peaceful aura in the small town.

Horror was currently rummaging through his little pile of trash in an alley, grunting softly when he fails to find anything edible. He starts to adjust his old navy blue jacket, sighing unhappily when he noticed another stain on it, trying to brush it away slightly. He pauses a bit when he saw a shadow fall over himself, glancing back in confusion.