The sun's gaze streaks across the morning sky, signaling the start of a new day. Rays of light, shining off of the windows that still are intact on the sides of once great sky scrapers in the down town area. Streets lay with only rubble and empty cars that have started to rust and decay from abandonment. Buildings where life once flourished have now been abandoned and lay victims to the harsh fate of time. Some that have survived the great war still come to this place in search of shelter and supplies.

A hunter walks through these empty streets, carrying her prize of the nights hunt for her people. Her face, covered in blood and a mask made of human bone hides her identity. The early morning sun has only lit up the sky enough for her to make out her surroundings a bit better, while she may still lay hidden within the shadows of the buildings. She makes her way forward toward one specific tower that she has called her home. Keeping a close eye on her surroundings, she adjusts her cape again to where it may hide both her, and her fresh kills. Upon approaching the tower, she kneels down with her prize, and starts to wrap the kill in twine, so that it may be eaiser to carry upon her acension up the side of the tower of elders.