林风 shivered violently, the cold night wind biting into his exposed skin. He clutched his head, the pain still throbbing. "Whoa, what was that?" he muttered, glancing around the deserted alley. Empty, just like before. No signs of any quarrel, no cars, nothing.

Suddenly, the ground beneath him trembled. Dust danced in the moonlight as cracks spread across the alley floor, forming a circle about ten feet in diameter. A low growl echoed from within the circle, growing louder and more menacing. Shadows coiled and writhed, taking shape.

Four figures emerged from the darkness. They were tall and gaunt, their skin pale as bone, their eyes burning with an unholy light. Straight black hair fell past their shoulders, and their clothes were tattered robes, flapping in the unnatural breeze.

" condemmed ones," one of the figures hissed, stepping forward. It's voice was like scraping fingernails over a chalkboard. " You cannot escape your fate."