Rain pelted against the penthouse's reinforced windows. A long shadow covered the length of the room behind the lone figure, their silhouette cast by the pale that illuminated the busy city below. His body ached, it always did when it rained like this. Old scars, breaks and fractures came alive in the cold of the rain, pain that he had tried to forget and when that didn't work, a cocktail of painkillers and overpriced whisky all but made it disappear.  

Ten years ago, a night like this would have caused the adrenaline to rise in his veins. He would have been out the door without a moment of hesitation. Now only dread filled his veins. Not fear for himself, but fear for the city. The rain had once brought a feeling of renewal, it had at one point been a baptism from the sky. Now he felt it drowning him, taking the breath out of his lungs, the rain only brought death.