Devin's older brother Joseph hated the city. Devin could not get away from it.

Night infused life into the city. There is a deep burgundy flow of light that seeps beyond the reach of the sunken doorways and stretches of sidewalks cold and concrete that race around corners, stumble old men on their half-aware trips to the liquor stores. Back to their spot in the grid of the city.

There are hotels that are centuries old squeezed between shining new walls of glass and bronzed, coppered, chromed steel. Gargoyles grin down, malevolent and stony from perches now half their height.

Still evil. Still powerful. Still seeing what mankind can do.