Talk:Yu Dao/Greenhouse/@comment-6127156-20170613183908

 Dark clouds plagued the obsidian abyss that was the night sky, occasionally pierced by the gentle luminescent rays of the full moon, spotting the landscape with its brilliance. Predatory mist stalked the grounds and clawed all that would wade through it. The ghostly breeze haunted the area around it, hollowly whistling when it came in contact with anything solid. An arcane veil blanketed an unholy scene done by unholy deeds; fed on by the ambitions of the wicked.

 Phantom figures scoured the grounds outside the greenhouse, having paid off the guards and rented the premises. Dozens of occupants kept watch from the inside while a small ring of individuals monitored their most prized possession. A small girl sat in the middle of them, unconscious and tied to a chair while they discussed their own devious devices.

 “They should have been back by now, what if something went wrong?” One of the individuals asked, seemingly a little twitchy.

 “Calm yourself Haru, remember why you are doing this. Think of all that has sacrificed, we cannot think about failure now! Besides this is a private secure location, its not like we picked location its not like we chose the warehouse.” Another chastised, failing to sooth Haru's nerves.

 “You’re right maybe I'm just paranoid,” Haru replied before being startled by a commotion outside. It would seem the second group had returned, not with all the members they had left with. One hysterical member in particular kept yelling about someone going hunting.

 The guards at the outside of the greenhouse banded together to welcome their proud brethren. However instead of celebrating their triumph over the wealthy, they were greeted by comrades paralyzed with horror. The three men from the Republic City group murmured incoherently.”It came from nowhere, hunted us like animals!” One of the men shouted. A wide eyed guard, grabbed hold of his co-conspirators shirt. “What!? Did the cops catch up to you? Did you lead them here? What is it!?”

“Not the cops. A spirit."

