The moon had switched places with the sun. The old construction site was a sheer example of how lonely Vine City was at night. The big hand was on the twelve to be exact. The nearby church bells began to swing like a pendulam, just creating a clanking noise that echoed throughout the city.
The only light that seemed to hit the construction site were the streetlights around the rectangular structure. Abondoned pipes, tractors, steel bars, construction equipment, laid scattered on the sandy surface of the desolated site. Just over the empty patch of sand, the tall tower towered over five stories high. The tower was incomplete. Old corporations paid a great deal of money to construct their building in that spot. But construction ended, leaving the site barren.
A figure hid in the shadows on top of a ledge on the hollow tower. He was able to keep himself from falling off, by handling with care his body posture on the twelve inch wide, thirty foot long steel beam. The Unforgiven stood up from his crouching position. He removed the shadow that he casted around his body, using his Chi Magic. He had no need to stay hidden anymore. Peering ahead of him, another form entered the construction site, a part of his surroundings now. Keeping his two feet balanced by having them sidways, the Unforgiven dispatched his two scarlet red clubs from his own belt.
He spun forward, falling towards the sand grains below. The Unforgiven spun completely, eight times per second. Thanks to his Chi, he slowly drifted downwards, controlling his fall. It was similar of that of Martial Arts movies. The Chi allows users to easily run up walls and take long and high leaps with no effort, as it would seem. But to do these feats, one must have control of his or her Chi. The Unforgiven gently placed his left foot in the soft sand, keeping his other leg out like a swan, crossed behind his leg. With the horns on his mask, he looked similar to the monsters from nightmares. But it wasn't just the dark red costume, it was the stance. The Unforgiven crossed his two arms together, one over the other. His fingers were bent on both hands, but his index and thumb stiffed out. The fiery aurora surged around his hands, as did the dark one's eyes.