The Park, Monday Evening
Something fast and almost invisible moved down over the park and stopped briefly, shining a bright light down on the snow below. When the light cut off, the thing moved off into the sky as quickly and silently as it had arrived.
Where it had shone the light, Billy, lips cracked and dry, hair matted with blood, and eyepatch gone, lay shivering in the snow.
ooc: park is of course open. Billy would certainly appreciate some assistance.
Where it had shone the light, Billy, lips cracked and dry, hair matted with blood, and eyepatch gone, lay shivering in the snow.
ooc: park is of course open. Billy would certainly appreciate some assistance.