Wales had a dark hat on, a dark coat and pants that matches. A pair of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.
His gray eyes sparks, observing the environment. His body moving rhythmically as he catwalks in the dark.
His left hand held a dark box which he swung left and right. His right hand tugged into his pocket, while his lips whisper a death hymn. His head void of thoughts.
His shoes made a knocking sound at every step he took. It was like though his shoes were competing with the creepy sounds of insects.
His body was buried in the dark and one could barely see his face.
He'd suit perfectly for a night ghost roaming around to devour its prey.
Judging from his appearance. His grip on the box was firm as his eyes rolled to and fro, silencing every sound his ears detected.
The place he strides was a street housing wealthy apartments with lights illumination covering the street, from streetlamps and gates.
The night lights cease functioning when he passes by. He brought darkness to this bright street.
Rats who were out in the open to sort for food went into hiding on sighting wales.
A bulldog, locked up inside a cage, sights him from afar and began to whimper, rather than alerting the public.
Even the animals around were sensitive and flee for their lives.
His whistling sound evoked fear in the hearts of whosoever was awake in their apartments.
No one dares to look outside their window at such an odd hour, especially when this man hovers around.
He had a cold face, staring in one direction in this dark, lonely part which he took. It was yet another chilling and domineering night.
People often say, every evil roams around in the dark. Silent and deadly was this night, starry sky and normal weather.
He pauses when he draws near to an apartment. His eyes read the street number.
Satisfied that he was at the right house, Wales lean his ear to the gate, shut his eyes and began to hear whispers coming from inside.
The people inside seem to be troubled, panicking and talking about time.
There was a mix reaction as he felt they were intending to go on hiding, telling themselves that death had come to their doorstep.
He rubs his ears, not willing to hear humans wails in face of death.
Irritated by the noise of their perturbation. Heaving a sigh, he diverts his gaze to the box in his hand.
He unlocks it with his eyes and before him, different weapons were displayed.
Wales sat the box on the ground, squats a bit and began scrutinizing what object would be best for his operation.
His lips were still whistling and this time around, it was intense.
A wicked smile left his lips as he took a pistol, cocks it and pointed at the gate.
He felt pleased holding such a dangerous weapon. a serious face replaced his smile.
"Ready or not, I'm coming" he mutters, locks up the box and aims the pistol at the gate, while standing up.
He hesitated a little and then teleported inside the gate. Within seconds, he teleports outside.
Wales suddenly winces as the stench of blood hits him hard.
He glanced at his coat, which was covered in blood and then muses annoyingly. His glasses too had blood stains which he wipes out.
Quickly, he snaps his finger and a scroll was suspended before him, it had an inscription that wrote;
'Death list' it contained names of people who were due to death, the time, and date.
An invisible pen appears, ticks a family name and immediately, the scroll vanishes.
Wales folded his lips, glances at his hands, which just took the lives of this family.
He had no regret, he was just doing his job and was used to it. Emotionless and heartless, he took a last glimpse at this building.
Tossing the pistol into his back pocket, he cussed at the night and began to stow away.
Behind him were the souls of the family that were murdered, stomping their feet on the cold ground and following his every move until they dispersed like a smoke.
***
A smile on her face, her lips whistling and racing in the dark. Pants and unpleasant sounds were heard in the cold night.
Lisa was on a lonely path, wearing a long hoodie and sweatpants. Her brown boots made knocking sounds at every step she took.
It gave her a cringe feeling, especially at such an odd hour. She'd love this moment when she goes out to hunt. This was the only thing that places genuine happiness in her.
Lisa's ears were keen to hear unpleasant sounds, her brown eyes curious to sight an unwanted guest.
Her face was buried in the hoodie as she tried not to be noticed. Lisa barely got time to study the environment she was in.
Her hands holding an arrow and bow, chasing after a ghost that brings nothing but trouble.
Perhaps, this night had countless secret activities. Being an archer had helped a lot.
Aiming at the target and letting it disperse into thin air, never to disturb their lives again.
She was heading back home. Done for today's hunting, exhausted after a long chase, she was striding towards her car.
"That sure was a tough ghost" she commented, straining her body immediately she got to her car. She tosses the bow and arrow in her car trunk and yawns.
Lisa could feel something was trailing after her, but she was uncertain and didn't pay much attention.
She shrugs her shoulders not to bother herself too much, after all she tired and needed rest.
Hurriedly, she got inside her car and ignites the engine. However, rather than leaving this place instantly, she rests her head for a while on the seat.
By dawn, something excited awaits her, and she didn't want to miss such a decisive moment.
Lisa glanced at the rare mirror and noticed the pendant on her neck glowing.
It was a gift which she treasured and it made her blush.
Overwhelmed that, she couldn't wait for the day to become bright.
She had even told herself to skip work for today, just to be prepared for a new phase of her life.
She tugs her left hand inside her hoodie and brings out a wallet.
Hastily, she got it open and brought out the passport of a man.
Her cheeks flush red as she stomps her foot inside the car.
Happily, like a child who got candies, she fusses and covers those cheeks with her palms.
"Wait for me, Adrian…" She seductively said, tossing the wallet to the front passenger seat.
Wiggling her arms to start driving, she drops the passport on the dashboard, blew it a kiss and mounts her feet on the brakes.
Meanwhile, Wales could be found here, he was behind her car twirling the heel of his right shoe, to and fro, likewise glancing at the time.
His eyes examine her carefully. What would make her so excited when death was lurking by?
"Humans" he mocks. It pisses him off as he hates being around enliven people.
If only they could tell when they die, rather than jubilating, it was best they had a funeral ahead.
He hisses at her as she was delaying, yet everything was designed innately.
Heaving a sigh and disgusted that he still has to murder another.
Wales shifted his gaze to the sky, he always loved staring at it whenever he was tensed to carry a soul.
Though, he wasn't interested in seeing a full picture of whom this girl was, as all that mattered was getting his job done.
Waiting wasn't a problem for him, as long as he gets the soul he was after.
He had preferred taking her with him before closing for the night.
Wales began to whistle when he saw that this girl had turned on her blinding lights and began to drive off.
As usual, he took a weapon from his suitcase. This time around, it was a bow and arrow.
He had seen her flung it inside her trunk, and it had incited him to use the same object on her.
Though, he was curious why she had such a weapon. Certainly, she deserves death because she must have committed a heinous crime.
He overlooked the thought and aims the arrow at her car. He ceased humming and fluttered his eyes at the car.
"She's to die at exactly 3:45am, something terrible happens at 3:30am, she scrambles for her life for 15 minutes and gives up the ghost" he recited fuming inside that couldn't she just die at 3am because he needed to return to his world on time for a reason.
It was already 3:30am and immediately, he shot an arrow at the car, a big truck rams into her vehicle.