Lure

The fog rolled over the town, bringing in the thick, cold, moist air that wet every cloth worn. It colored everything black and white, muffling all the sounds into a haunting dream barely remembered. The day was shifting into night, and it would be there as it had been every night, preying on the innocent.

He stood in the middle of the town under the great clock tower. Every other living soul tucked in, holding their breaths. The absence of life had taken over every inch of the city a...