Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-29669939-20161102193523

Above the frenetic city gossip and swarms of pedestrians marching on their own personal missions the sky was comparatively in slow motion. The movement of the clouds was barely perceptible and even the birds wheeled in slow lazy arcs. But no-one even looked up. And so the sky above, as pretty as any million-dollar painting slowly darkened to midnight blue, never quite black due to light pollution from below. Instantly, the horde among the stone-cold concrete vanished; the chatter converted into a solemn silence and each wooden door shut vigorously.

Slowly, a darken figure crept along the shadows and cautiously disappeared into the gloom.

"You're finally here?" Whispered someone, a dim light was coming out of his cigar.

"Yeah, the investigator came, and couldn't risk being suspicious in front of him." Replied another, holding a blank notepad, which could just be seen underneath the dreary glow of the lamppost.

"If you're late again, I'll take my handgun and shoot you right here." exclaimed the third, hidden underneath a coal-black fedora."

"Shut it Kres-" he paused, taking out the burnt cigar and smashed it onto the floor. "We can't talk anymore, you guys know what to do?" The two nodded.

Four people crept back home from that conversation.

[You can probably guess the role]