Not an hour later, there was a call from one of the houses in the alleyway. “Oy, who re you?!” A worn out pencil pointed out from a window at Jotaro. Using the shadows as covers, his heart beat rhythmically. Pipkin froze. Something was now coming down the street towards him. He could hear it dragging itself towards the stable. Shadows moved. A yellow, pus-filled eye glinted.