As the night descended upon the city like a veil, the silver half-moon hung in the sky and dimly shone as a source of light in compliment with the dim streetlights that flickered at intervals. The night was slightly cold and the soft breeze that blew left the sky with thin clouds, leaving the atmosphere a bit whimsical.

In an alley around the back of a pub. The street lights had been vandalized, and only the soft purrs of cats as they dug in the garbage along with soft giggles and whispers could be heard. The place reeked of alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, vomit and piss. The dark brick walls of...