He was tall and skinny in his black trench coat and large, tipped fedora. And his favorite thing were the girls who stayed out till dark. He stood, a demon shadow awaiting it's victim in the alley. A young girl and her bone-and-skin skinny friend approached the tiny alley. The man growled lowly, he found the young girl to be striking, but her friend would be a problem. They walked past the alley, laughing about a joke the friend had thrown out there. He slinked out of the alley, one with the shadows the night casted. The girls had no idea he was there, completely oblivious. They walked to their shared, one bedroom apartment, the shadow man right behind. They slammed the door shut behind them after they entered their tiny home. The man smirked, he now knew where his victim lived. This was an advantage for him, and he loved advantages.