It'd been millennia and the human race hasn't changed much. Greedier, perhaps but no less shallow. He grew tired of their pathetic struggles after the first decade. It was a moonless night, clear skies and a cool evening breeze that weaved through his black locks. Smoke from a lit cigarette that sat perched between pink lips, wisped into the wind and disappeared as he lounged on an old red crane. The building behind him was long abandoned, much like the memories of his brothers and sisters. He was drawn to the darkness that lingered on the forgotten objects. Like sang to like. He flicked his ash when he spotted two human males dragging a struggling woman. Typical humans and their debauchery, he thought with disdain. The woman, she was screaming. Fighting. He almost looked away if not for the call to his soul. Curious. He dropped from his perch and with lithe strides, approached with the grace of a lethal predator. "She's coming with me," he rasped, voice scratchy from disuse.