I race atop the buildings in town, my heart banging louder in my chest than every step I take. I parkour absent-mindedly but make no misstep. The cold nighttime air beats my face violently, “Boy! Disguise yourself, There are still humans wandering about. It may be after sundown but it is not late yet,” Abhartach rattles irritably. I stride faster, a fog of shadows tailing me. I launch myself off a double story office building and latch on to a skyscraper decently distanced away, about two kilometres away. My right-hand forms a claw that latches onto a window three stories high and I propel myself up. My other hand turns and I scale the scrapper. I climb up so fast that I do not notice when I have reached the top and move to stand by the edge like Batman in one of those comics. I stand ther
