The evening had settled in the sky. It blanketed me in the dark cast by the foundation of some abandoned building I sat against. The crown of my tresses dripped with blood and sweat. My mark pulsed, oozing crimson rivulets down my neck. I knew something evil lurked. But now, I needed to recover. I wiped it off, leaving my good hand on my neck to ease the bleeding. I didn't need my cloak getting wet; the night would be cold. The shadows cast low on my pale face. My eye stung with every blink. I needed to sleep. And I knew I wouldn't get it.