On a cold winter night a lonely figure slowly walks down the narrow alleyway looking down at the ground, empty and emotionless. The figure walks down the alleyway not averting his eyes from the ground as his hot breath hits the cold air and turns into smoke almost as if he was smoking. He was a skinny yet short young man who behind all the sluggishness was relatively attractive. The nearby street lights had made his short and curly jet black hair glisten as it flowed in the cold wind. He had soft facial features which made his big emerald eyes look bigger than they already were. Yet because of his gloomy expression his beautiful features looked ordinary and glum almost as if he had his life sucked out of him. His name was Joseph Willberg.

Joseph continued to walk down the alleyway not changing the look on his face even for a second. Until he was blocked by a large black lump. His previous foggy eyes had cleared as he slowly averted his eyes away from the ground to investigate what had stopped him. When he fixed his eyes on the "black lump" he soon realized that the large object blocking his way had turned out to be a large man. The large man was wearing an elegant suit which had blended with the dark alleyway turning him less into a human but into a shadow. Despite being slumped on a wall, you could tell that the man had a very fit muscular body and was larger than most average men. He had sharp features and a very handsome face which suited well with the black elegant suit he had worn. Although Joseph was wary of getting close to this large man his curiosity soon took over him as he slowly creeped over to the slumped body. That's when Joseph realized that the man wasn't simply a drunk that had passed out after having a couple too many drinks but instead the man had pools of blood flowing out of his abdomen and was severely injured.