It was a crisp summers day and the sun was beginning to set in the west as life barely sturred. "Red moon... Red moon, cleanses the souls and makes them new..." one lone voice whispers down the empty streets of the small town. He sat alone in the patch of feild just outside the the area of town house... His eyes are closed, his legs crossed and his hands resting on his lap. "Red moon... Red moon, rising at the east and opposite of blue, come and gather in the sky, waiting for the souls..." he continued.