On the balcony with dim fairylights, a little beach chair, and other sorts of cute decorations was a punk looking anti-hero..Claw Noir. His spiked collar jingles as he slumps on the chair, hands behind his head “ Ahhh, finally a good spot! Nothing better than to unwind! “ He chuckles, legs crossed up on the mini table. You twack his head with a pan yelling “Go away alley cat! “ He slowly turns around with a pissed off look, his eyebrow twitching “ You, your dead. “ Claw Noir growls