*Falken positioned on a weathered roof, hidden by the darkness, his sharp eyes scanning the busy streets below. His prey appeared walking down a secluded alley, amid the disarray neon-lit alleys of the city.

"time to end them" Falken murmured under his breath as he prepared to make a move.

Falken hop off of his hiding spot, he dashed swiftly towards his target but suddenly stopped, before taking a good look at his target's appearance. Falken seemingly thinks if he should end them right now.