The moon shone ominously on this night, gazing below like an ever-present watcher. The crimes of man, consequences of ambition, and every dark struggle of life—all appeared before its eyes.
The conclusion... was that humanity could not be saved. An innocent man walked amongst criminals and sinners, coerced by the people he rescued from eternal sleep. A savior in his own right, but was masqueraded as an evildoer.
Alistair, who had wandered through the lonely alleyway, silently stared at the moon. Its white form mirrored in his eyes; a conflicted look peaked in his countenance. He stood hesitant on his next action that demanded his cruelty: a hidden ruthlessness every man wielded.
"How ironic," Alistair said, laughing. "Life, it leads us to strange places."
