You were standing in a park, the trees surrounding you were messing with your vision in the dim light of the moon. It was cold, and the emptiness of sleeping city did not reassure you. If someone was here, you couldn't see them, especially if they hide their aura and presence. You saw a shadow moving, and knew it wasn't your imagination. And you were right. A man came out of the shadow, approaching you. Good evening Miss. What are you doing here in the middle of the night ?