He'd become a bit of a night prowler in recent months and he wasn't sure that he liked it much. Gone were the simpler days when he would go out in the evenings to socialise and return home at an easier hour, replaced with something much more important. The city had taken on a more sinister streak and it was hard to ignore it, but Orias had been insistent that sometimes you just needed to let go, to let your hair down, and to simply do something for you now and then.

Thus, the man had taken the Mauvian's words to heart (for once) and had taken the opportunity to head into the city to at least participate in some of the nightlife. He wasn't exactly the risque sort, but a nice movie, some dinner and then a seat at a sports bar to just relax and take it all in were just some of the activities he had decided would be on the list this evening.

What he hadn't accounted for, and he really should have, was that where people dwelt there were also youma. Festering in dark alleys, waiting patiently for their opportunity to strike and no sooner had he wandered passed one particularly darkened street than he heard a muffled and strangled cry.

Oh for...

A heavy sigh followed and reliable as always, Regula diverted from his route and into the shadows of the alley...

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