First kill of the night has been achieved, with a plop the body fell, not wanting for other ghouls to find the body, Quagmire, grabbed and pulled the ghoul and disposed it somewhere that is not easily seen by anyone even in the dead of night or even if someone have a clear vision in the night. That is how careful he was.
Once the body was disposed of, he wiped the blood off his blade, and continued his patrol, this time even more careful than earlier he has been. Only with utter care and precision, he would survive and gain enough experience to stand on this world.
With each step he took, anxiety rose and his heart pumped even more adrenaline, shadows and movements seemed to slow down as his eyes and mind begun to adapt to the surroundings and overflowing emotions. A slight sudden movement he took, and with incredible haste, he landed gracefully on each forward step, its quiet thud shadowed by the calmness of the wind like an ocean night in tranquility.
