In a dark alleyway, unseen by passing eyes, the air began to tremble. A faint hum, like a charging sound resonated through the narrow space as loose debris floated upwards, paper, dust, fragments of glass, all began to blow away due to formation of Negativity curling into a single, invisible point in reality.
Negative Strands of energy began to condense, coiling and folding over itself until it erupted into a dim, swirling mass of black light. From that vortex, a shape began to form, first an outline, then faint features, though it was no human figure, not truly, and more like a ghost, a sit had no legs, just a ghost like tail, although a human upper body, with no features whatsoever could be seen.
What stood or rather floated there was a body sculpted from pure Negativity, its edges flickering like smoke struggling to hold form. A silhouette. A shadow of something greater, wrapped in the faint echo of despair, anger, lust, basically anything from the Negativity spectrum.
