As night cloaked Lightway City, the bell striking 8 P.M., a snow storm warning was issued, urging everyone to stay in their homes. The streets were empty, and layered in snow. Everyone bundled up by the fire, and shared stories. All but one. The Raven King stood on the edge of the bell tower, watching the city, now blanketed in snow. The moon's bright light covered the city, as the wind howled and the snow fluttered. He heard a buzz from the police scanner. They were out and about too, both a blessing and a curse for the vigilante. He heard talk of a recently found body, mutilated beyond recognition. The Raven King knew this was going to be a long, cold night.