(Location: Capital of Avenmare, like London in the early-mid 1800’s).
It is the night of the last horned moon of Autumn. Capital police are on high alert. D.I. Greencrest still has no significant leads and is cautiously prowling the streets back where the killing all seemed to start two months ago. It’s a cold night. The sky is clear. Midnight comes, and then the screams.
A woman of the night and her patron happily exit a tavern. Just as they begin walking by the alley something comes crashing down a few yards away, causing the pair to jump back and swear. They near the thing and see a naked child with shaven head staring up at them. The figure made no vocalizations as they fell.
A cop walking up a small lane looks up for a glance at the night sky just to see a figure fall from a high rooftop, the body bouncing back and forth between the walls of the buildings on both sides of the lane, balconies, parts of roofs, and then onto the ground. The figure made no vocalizations as they fell.
In front of fine, old house, a horse hitched to a fancy, black carriage is spooked and roars as a falling figure comes crashing thru the top of the carriage. The figure made no vocalizations as they fell.
Shouts and cries are heard throughout the Capital. Lights begin popping on. The bells begin to ring.
All across the city just after midnight, children, very young to almost adult, naked, and with shaven heads, begin walking off the tops of buildings as they try to reach out to their god, and fall voicelessly to their deaths by the dozens.
As she hears the chorus of bells and screams echo throughout the city Greencrest knows it’s too late.
