A figure wearing thin combative clothing placed a table on the ground, the table was placed in the middle of a dilapidated square, as he waved his hand on top of the table a gramophone appeared, the person then cranked the handle before placing a record to play, and soon after he had placed the needle in its proper place a melodious voice singing an opera came from the sound horn.
But, the person was not done he took out a packet full of blood which he threw high up in the air which then proceeded to hit with his gun turning the contents of the packet into the mist that dispersed shortly after.
And sooner had he finished doing so, the various cacophony of sounds came to his ears, as he found himself being surrounded by a large group of undead.
'Twenty of them, good after I have dealt with them I will be able to get that skill.'
