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It was a thunderous symposium of rain beating upon the shabby-genteel rooftops of Nova City's most notorious district, metal was drummed by a million tiny water droplets from the dark sky above the city of neon lights. Each drop creating a crescendo of water spattering up from the ocean of steel blurring the bright lights and muffled whines of sirens, it was a beautiful symphony. 

It was amongst the sea of metal rooftops this symposium of lights and sounds was watched by two burning red eyes too far to be distinguished from the unmistakable reds and blues of the police cars, the flashing advertisements on holographic billboards and the haze of the dreary rain pouring from the heavens. 

Sanguis crouched upon the overhang of a dingy old ramshackle apartment, abandoned ages ago it's own exterior growing red with rust unlike the other buildings surrounding it. The old overcoat hanging upon his shoulders grew damp, clinging to him slightly yet the downpour didn't cause him any plights; the water trickling off his clothing, sleek and made for the damp weather so typical to the city. 

As the rain fell upon him, it flowed and dripped off his figure diluted and tinged a light crimson color as it washed away the blood. A thin smile played upon the pale lips of the murderer from beneath his mask of porcelain which was smeared red with the shape of a bloody handprint, it was petite and feminine with the slight mark of nails like faint claw marks running down Sanguis' mask. It was the blood of his latest victim, some useless skank from the Red Light District without a friend or a pimp to escort her; a ripe target for the mysterious masked murderer of Nova City.