Storm was sitting on the edge of a brick wall lining the street where a series of shops lay silent. This time of night this block stayed fairly empty and it almost gave an eerie sense of being.

He was watching the sky and wondering why light pollution kept him from seeing the actual stars. A few of the brightest shown through but it was nothing to write home about.

He had been waiting to see if he'd run into people -- civilians or powered either way. He was curious and well, if he needed to he'd use his wraith to pick up some energy for the night.

Kaefaux