A crash sounded, soon followed by a grunt.

"Bullshit." Mark told himself. They can't kick me out!
He tried to mold his arm into a sharper form but it only bubbled slightly before subsiding. With a sigh, Mark looked to the roof-tops. A tall man with a bird-like face stood above the club he had tried to enter. The man shook his head in disagreement.

"Yeah, you're right, bird-brain. It's not worth it."

And so, Mark dusted himself off and began to wander the town. He was a newcomer here, having just arrived as part of his contract. Said contract entitled he was to clear Kromville manor of its ghost problem. Of course, he figured, that didn't mean he had to do it right away.

After four or five blocks of walking, the man had gotten bored. Taking a quick glance around, he scanned for other human beings.

Good, it's clear.

He used the cover of the night to disappear—vaulting through a shadow on a nearby wall, using it as a portal, and landing on the cluttered roof of a nearby building. Swiftly, Mark moved to the edge of the building and crouched down as not to be seen. It would arouse suspicion, after-all.

With his vantage point, he simply watched. There was nothing in particular he was looking for, just anything interesting.