The shadows watch, eyes always watching, they never move from the city, from the little group it had taken a liking too. More birds had been moving into the city, to be eyes, ears for them. A few people had been put under a spell to do what is asked.
Laughter can be heard late at night, during the day, all the time. Madness is a funny thing and it will spill on to the streets, into the clubs, along with blood.