The only peaceful thing about the night is the snow. The gentle frozen flakes drifting down across the utter chaos and fear induced city. People run screaming across the streets as flames engulf a large skyscraper. Malum stands atop an edge of a building just across from the flame covered tower. He grins manically looking down at the civilians running for any forms of safety. “Run you pathetic insects.” He hums with a sinister chuckle. Taking a deep breath his eyes flutter shut as he listens to the sirens and screams below, his black hair and coat sweep in the cold bitter wind. Suddenly he cracks one of his eyes open hearing a voice behind him. A smirk quirks at the corners of his lips as he turns to look towards the direction of the noise. Malum’s gray eyes stop on your figure, his gaze flickering up and down as he takes in your presence.