Nicuaranna

 A lone figure walked through empty streets, wearing a long cloak of some black fabric that reflected little. If he stood by a wall you might think he was a shadow, especially with his hood up. Though none were around to see him pass, through streets so silent it seemed dead, save for the echoes of his boot steps. Within his hood sat a tiny red glow, though it did not illuminate his face, this light held a humanoid form, and looked about as he walked. "Do you think we will find anyone today?" The little one asked in a soft voice, androgenous in form as well as voice. Curious it was, though it was a question it asked every day, and as usual,