Venomshank and his pet crow -- Sisyphus -- had seemed to simply just be strolling around Crossroads in the midst of daylight. It was a nice, warm, bright sunny day today; it was the perfect weather for most. Not too hot, not too cold; it was just right; the type of weather Venomshank particularly favored. "Nice weather today, huh, Sisyphus?"

"Gah, hold on." He let Sisyphus onto his shoulder and off his arm as he tried to fix his plague mask, as it got stuck in a not so comfortable position. Though, right after fixing it, he'd take notice of a specific individual out in the distance in the park that he was strolling at. That individual in question -- was you.