It was a dark evening in London, England. It all appeared natural and fine, albeit a little unsettling. Even on the calm streets, there were occasionally bystanders and passing carriages. There was a figure walking through the darkness, all black, her eyes glinting sinisterly with a red tint. When she arrived at the local cemetery, she looked about and tried to open the gates.

"Oh for goodness sake... Bloody locked..."

The woman spoke quietly but her breath was almost like a wind of dark smoke as she sighed and groaned in frustration.