The town of Hythe is known for its beautiful architecture, but also for cowering under the bloodied hand of the Heartless Assassin.

It's night, the full moon shining down on Hythe as the wet cobblestone streets were empty. No one was outside, apart from the assassin without a heart.

He's sitting there, squatting on top of the church with his hood pulled over his head, keeping his face in the shadows. He didn't seem to be doing anything besides thinking.