I rose from my makeshift bed, in an abandoned cafe a few stories underground. Mementos of my life, my family, and of past hunts lay scattered around the room. Yawning and stretching, I pulled on a trenchcoat and wrapped my whip about my hand, ready for easy use. I walked up the atairs and into broad daylight. I'd've preferred to wait until nightfall, when most of my prey walked the city, but one of the wards I had set had been tripped. I began an ablme towards the loacation, the Tower. A hook in the ward would trace those who'd tripped it, no need to rush.