It was midnight when Ramon Antonio Gerardo Estevez found himself running against time itself to reach the safety of the council. Ramon was carrying a brief case in his right hand, it was dark brown, and made of what one could only assume was leather. His left was immobile and stuffed in his inner coat pocket for it was no mystery that it was injured, the blood running down his arm and onto his shirt staining the white fabric with its crimson colour. The rain only made his perilous feat harder to achieve for the cobbled slick streets of the town Portdale were slick and how he didn't slip while running in his condition was a miracle. Ramon was exhausted but it was the fear grasping his heart and coursing through his veins, alongside his urgency to deliver the news, that kept him running. The council building loomed ahead looking elegant in all its splendor foreboding as ever. As he approached it his immobile hand slowly moved up his chest and grasped the hidden necklace, there was a roaring of winds that lasted a split second and it was than that he vanished, there were traces of blue wisps where he had last been. He reappeared with the same effects as before only this time inside the council building. He took off running down a long, empty, dark hall, that was lit dimly. Ramon whipped his head back to look, his breathing heavy, the toll of running while exhausted. The weight of his case also burdened him. His pace had slowed and his fear had lessened, but his urgency had only increased, he kept running, he was headed for the only room with the lights on and people in it to report his findings. He slammed the door open and looked into what was a late meeting, they had been waiting for his arrival, they looked at him, panting, he uttered two words, "he's back" the room went into a flurry of motion people muttering and moving about. Roman stood there at the door frozen, panic settling on his face as realization hit him, "he's back" he yelled again causing the commotion to stop, "he's back and-" his sentence was cut short as there was a blinding flash of light where he stood and he was seemingly ripped into pieces like paper, his brief case and necklace clattering to the floor. Gasps emitted from the room, while they looked on in horror with wide eyes frozen in place.
After an hour or so when the word had gotten out people began streaming into the building. Discretely arriving by foot, in fancy cars, or the same way Ramon had. There was people bustling everywhere and yelling, some were suited up and dressed while others were still in their sleepwear. And just like that the council building was alive, the spacious building was filled with the presence of many, the lights were on, and there was multiple minds trying to piece together what had happened, and more importantly going to happen. Grave faces walked through halls and sat in rooms. No one was smiling and the lateness of the hour was not to be mistaken as the cause for the discomfort and fear in the air. However the council's people were not the only ones awake at this late hour, an invisible mist had settled itself upon the town and it's people, it was a cloud of fear, unease and all things bad. It grasped the heart as it slowly clawed through hearts settling itself in, the dreams of the innocent children were replaced by horrors and the dreams of the good were brought to an end as they woke up from their restless sleep. An old acquaintance of the town had returned and it was not to be questioned that things were as of now not going to be the same. Others had seen Ramon, and perhaps even recognized him, and this aroused questions and kindled the anxiety that comes when one becomes aware of oncoming danger.
