[center][h2]Our Lady of Misery Church, Annex of the Workshop[/h2][/center]

The lone young man, in his crow feathered garb and wire thin glasses, sat outside the large Church with a small raven eating at breadcrumbs he had thrown on the ground. His name, to most it wasn’t important. They simply called him Raven, though the kinder people called him Cao. His role was to Hunt the Hunters, an important task but one which earned him the ire of others and had brought him to a life distant from those around him. His master, Shen, had long since given up on trying to make the young man like himself but could not deny the efficiency with which Cao worked. He would not hesitate to kills those who were blood drunk or became beasts.

His eyes wandered to the sky, watching passing clouds and birds even as his master had approached him. Shen was a cold man, certainly not one to be kind to anybody and yet had shown kindness, or perhaps some sort of pity, upon choosing Cao as his apprentice all those years ago. The young man sat in silence and smirked at his Master’s hilarious voice as the man recited the list of those to be on the look for. He knew the names, though not the people themselves beyond what they looked like. “Do not fail to kill them if they fall under suspicion of becoming a beast. I doubt it’d be pleasant to Hunt them then,” finished Shen, bringing Cao to look at the man with a blank stare.

[b]”You know I won’t hesitant, but I won’t just kill them because they are on this list. If it looks like they are failing and will become a beast, I’ll strike.”[/b] A sigh escaped Cao’s lips as he finished his statement, one which Shen scoffed at before turning and striding away. The lone Hunter stood from his position and turned towards the church, still emptying of Hunters from the briefing they had been given. He could hear talk of the festival all around him, his only thought towards it being one of disgust. What foolishness the old men had show, putting people at risk and allowing it to still go on. But, he did admit that it would be nice time to relax before the brutality of his job became evident. How much he wished he could be anywhere else, perhaps at his home where he could tend to his flowers or read from his library. Instead, he was stuck in the endless crowd of Hunters, some who glared at him and others who seemed in awe of him.