The road was quiet, dimly lit by aged streetlights and the waning moon as he made his way down it, soft-soled shoes resounding on the cobblestone path. His face watched the ground in front of him, his brown trenchcoat billowing out majestically behind him in the cool morning breeze. He made his way past torn-down shops and food stands, turning down the dark alley that he always took home, faintly whistling a tune as he turned in.
His chest began to convulse and shake abruptly as if his heart was trying to pump itself right out of his body. A cry was heard in the night as black shadows tore their way out of his body. He shook uncontrollably, blood on the ground as the dark forms continued to flee from his now-broken body. Finally the pain was no more, and he collapsed down to one knee.
The ground was slick with fresh blood, yet not a cut or scrape could be found on his body as he clambered to his feet to face what erupted from deep