You were walking down a side street, the soles of your shoes crunching on debris. Beside you, a formless mass of darkness slithered and pooled, occasionally rising into the vague, towering shape of a winged creature before melting back into a puddle at your feet. Dark Shadow was sated, for now.

A few paces behind, matching your stride exactly, was Dabura Karaba.

Dark Shadow rippled, a tendril of darkness snaking out to flick a discarded soda can. It clattered loudly in the quiet.