I get on new shoes as I walk out my door, heading over to the department. They're leather-they fit nice and they give me a sort of class. Makes me feel like a gentlemen.

I hear a howl then a scream.

I put my hand on my gun and I bolt off in that direction. And goddamn, these shoes suck for running!

I struggle not to trip as the non-existent souls pound into the ground while I run, listening for any signs of people, or gunshots for that matter.

I see a man with a bastard sword decapitate a women. And when I say I've never seen anyone that hot, I mean I've never seen someone that hot. Like. The breath gets taken out of me.

It takes me a minute to get myself under composure, the man's cloak is like a shade in his hot body. "Hey! Put your weapons down!"