A.J. found himself roaming the streets of the Industrial Mall area lost in thought. The night was cold and rainy with thunder clapping loudly and the lightning dancing in the clouds. He had left his house armed to the teeth. In addition to his usual two katanas, he carried several wooden stakes and a pair daggers slipped in his boots and a survival knife strapped to each thigh, all concealed by his black trench coat.

There appears to be no method to his route. He occasionally circles an entire block before moving on to the next as a replay of the events of the past Saturday night rolls through his mind. He had been completely out of contact from the world since he buried the former love of his life, Caitlin. Since then he hadn't been able manage to return a single phone call. Even on this night he didn't want to leave his home but he knew he couldn't stay locked away from the world forever. He had a job to do, answers to find and a mission to resume.