Walking alone at night was never an enjoyable experience. London was full of strange noises and darting shadows past a certain time, the perfect fodder for a paranoid mind.

Tonight, however, it turns out you weren't just paranoid. As all the little creaky sounds seemed to build, what you could only assume were talons landed on your shoulders. Your suspicions were probably confirmed by the sheer amount of feathers in your face. Now blinded by the bird in front of you, more odd sounds rang out behind you. Suddenly it seemed far more likely than usual that the sound did come from some rabid animal who was about to maul you.