On the prestigious land of Perks, where the land itself seemed cracked in a bizarre spiderweb of fissures, stood buildings whose exteriors seemed alien to this world. All was lost in the thickness of night, the gentle wind blowing silence through the quiet land.
Even the moonlight felt hesitant, brushing the ground in broken patches.
On the street, a man stood in a black, tight compression shirt with a high collar that clung to his upper body like a second skin.
Black wings the length of a human extended from his back, their gentle flaps beating calmly. Despite the movement of the wings, the man's shirt remained intact, as though deliberately tailored for them.
Above the night sky, dozens of crows circled, their darkness seeming to disappear into the darkness itself. That was where they belonged.
He was the Eyes of the Night, Liam.
