It was a stormy night in December, the fog clouded the pebbled path of Catfield as the streetlights flickered revealing a few of whom walked along the street. David gripped his coat as he tried to seal in his warmth. The spine chilling wind crept into every crack in the old disturbing shackles which had been shut a long time ago due to the walls caving in. As the wing grew stronger the streets started to fill with a whisper from the ones whom once walked along the empty walls of Catfield.