A vicious ran poured down, all that could be heard was the sound of rain pelting the hard pavement, the sound of footprints stepping through the puddles, or the terrifying shriek, like a chill in the night. A lone figure walked through the empty underneath of Medio, cloaked in pure black; none of his features could be seen in the dark of night, however small wisps of hair could be seen extending their full length from under his hood. The stranger stalked along a grove long since dead, like everything else that grew here it was easily polluted and died a slow, painful, agonizing death. He went like a thief in the night, silent, destination unknown, identity unknown. There was no one around the stranger this night. The moon, obscured, shown down a pale light whenever the cloud cover faded away for a second. A flash of lighting erupted illuminating the sky and everything else for a mere second, standing before the stranger was the mansion of an old, long surviving devil family: The Arc family. Touching the rustic bars of the gate with long, slender, yet strong fingers, the stranger pulled the gate open. There might have been an alarm set in place, he didn’t know nor cared. He took a step into the mansion and closed the gate leisurely behind like nothing happened. The stranger shook his head suddenly and threw off the rain that gathered upon his head. Slowly he approached the mansion; he took his time. Upon his back was along, spear-like weapon with the blade facing the ground at his foot. With two knocks, he drummed the door and waited for the Master of the Mansion to appear.