The sun sets into the red sky, over the village of Polligamon. Slowly the lights turning of in the houses and shutters coming down on the shops. The noise of the pub down the road clattered down the Main Street past all the houses and children tucked up in bed dreaming of candy and unicorns. However, little did anyone know that down a back alley filled with bins, a mysterious figure stood, waiting. Suddenly, another anonymous figure approached him. He looked up and said “Your here.”