E6-A was one of the better preserved ruins after the Wipeout. Although many of its sectors and blocks had long turned to dust, the ruins of the once grand city still stood tall. Several skeletons of skyscrapers and buildings still dotted the scenery. Rusted cars still dotted the road reminding everyone of the once populated roads which made morning commute a headache.

Until few years ago the city was filled with magical beasts ranging from E class rats to A Class zombies. But now not even their remains could be found. All of them were massacred, down to the tiniest of bugs. This all happened when people learnt that the ruin still preserved most of it's items, initiating a temporary gold rush.

More than thousand greedy humans armed to tooth jumped on the city with hopes of wealth and ancient technology. Now ten years later the city was eerily quiet and hauntedly bare. Remains of once massacre still could be seen. Burn marks, marks of corossions, skeletons of dead humans and beasts were still preserved. The day's evening sun simply seemed to glorify it's dead aura. A grand city had fallen to his knees. Usually no one would ever visit this dead city.

But today a lithe figure could be seen deftly tackling the broken stairs and littered floors of one of the 50 floor building. But all of his actions left no evidence that anyone had ever been here. The toes would barely touch the floor, while the fingers just used the tips to balance. All in all, the action were of that of an experienced professional.

Withine few minutes, the figure had long reached the 49 floor. But instead of going to roof he crossed the hall and stood near the south window. The black figure was dressed from top to bottom in black camouflage. Even his eyes were hidden under black glasses. He didn't even spare a glance to the beautiful sunset, but immediately removed a small leather water bottle. He poured out all the water on the floor. The poured water soon gathered forming a dirty puddle.

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He raised his hands towards the puddle and muttered, " Neaera, collect"

His fingers glowed with a dim blue and the puddle rippled. Slowly the water started rising until a ball of water floated in the air.

He gestured the ball toward the window and the ball obediently move forwards the window.

"Neaera, lens" he said once again.

This time the ball expanded in the air forming a convex lens in the air. Now everything was highly magnified and visible to the black figure. He carefully observed everything. Every once in a while he would nod. After few minutes he once again raised his hand and gestured in the air, "Neaera, collect."

The lens collapsed turning back to a water ball which flowed back inside his empty leather bottle.

Checking his watch, the black weather opened his bag. From inside he took out a large bowl. The bow was made from a complex collection of wood and bone pieces. Overall it looked extremely ugly, but the dense amount of killing aura gathered around it, stood as a testament to it's killing powress and a count to how many living beings had died under its arrows.

The black figure ran his hand down the bows spine. The action was extremely intimate and more like a lovers caress. The bow shivered in response.

"It's time for another hunt, Phonoi" said the black figure. The voice was as cold as the winter snow, without any feeling except for hints of deeply hidden traces of excitement.

The bow once again shivered in response, as if excited. Small amount of blood lust strtaed leaking from the black bow.

"Hush...it's still time. You will scare away the prey." Said the figure, calming down the excited bow.

"Few minutes more...few minutes more. We will have a buffet dears..." He muttered. In answer the air around him shivered.

"Come soon my dear prey...it's time for another death...another sacrifice...another dead under the hands of spirits..." He hummed. The cold tune marking the end of another life.

And so the black figure waited with his bow impatiently waiting for its dinner, while the sun slowly set, covering the city in shadows of night.