Two eyes watched Eiji, calculating, analyzing, measuring the man as he moved through the flitting lights, cast through the gaps in the museum's exterior. Damien could hear only the subtlest of sounds as he watched. The scrapping of shoes on the floor, the sound of wires hitting the ground, unknown to him... the traces of clothes rustling in the echoing halls. The entire time the stranger walked in the hall, traces of movement, deft and quick, caught the slightest bit of focus from Damien. And his suspicion grew.

As the stranger stepped towards the hidden wanderer, the man found himself pressing closer to the stony exterior, his shoulder meshing against the wall to form a seemless silhoutte in the night, a deformed mass latched to the building's facade. Eyes glued to Eiji, his breathing remained quiet while the left hand, kept back from the edge, moved ever so slightly behind him, until the cold, smooth stone was felt by his palm. Then he too began to prepare for the intruder to his expedition. It started at the fingertips, the slightest flicker of a dull, burgundy light. But as the shadowy figure stepped closer and closer, the powerful built, growing as other sparks formed, coalescing until his entire hand glowed with the burgundy color.

Though his eyes didn't see it, behind him the slightest, faded glow emanated from the powers he had summoned, nearly washed out by the star and moon above. Almost as illusive as a halucination, the light remained constant, and revealed the slightest outline of Damien. It was his fortune that this outline was his arm, the slope matching the archway while his head remained hidden by the shadow of his back, the transition smooth as stone. Further down, it stopped, creating an image as if noone was there.