Throughout the darkened streets of the densely populated city, a single crow had circled the sky - its gaze piercing as it was observant, as the flickering lights of the streets below did little to hide the scare amount of individuals that had still been awake. With enough disappearances to scare the population to seek refuge witin the safety of their homes, had it been less than ideal to roam the now abandoned paths that formed arteries towards the center of the city - for they pumped life into something meant to have been long since discarded and destroyed. Perhaps had it been the lingering gazes of passing shadows that would force uncertainty and discomfort to make its way under the skin of those who could sense it, of those who were aware of it. Or perhaps was it the uncanny silence that was uncanny enough to hint to a case of silence before the storm.