(3:43 AM: Pine Street next to Evergreen Heights Apartments)
Rather violent collisions could be heard echoing through the walls of Evergreen Heights, like a thud at one's strings.
Though distant, it was persistent, repetitive, and frustrating, like a bug creeping into one's dreams.
The situation was the same for the surrounding residents, who mistook the repetitive bangs and clangs for construction work, but In a world full of demons what else could it be?
If a Contractor at a high enough level listened in, he or she would notice a wave of killing intent mixed into each sound wave.
Each bang was an attempt at a young man's life, like a song of genocide, Unfortunately, no one could appreciate such a symphony, as such would be too much to ask of mere three-dimensional beings.
"Clang!"
