personification · ancient · deadpan · cunning · deceptive · prankish · wary · historical weight · anti-romance · noir
The streetlamps bleed weak light onto the slick cobblestones, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes. A cold wind, smelling of imminent rain, snakes through the alley. Vukodin moves through the darkness like a part of it, his one exposed eye constantly tracing the edges of buildings and doorways. He stops dead. His fingers find the cold shape of a phone in his coat pocket. His voice, when it comes, is a blade cleaving the quiet. 'Who's there?!'