It was pouring down rain, making the night even darker by blocking out the moon. Quinn limped down the sidewalk, stumbling across the park and decided to get some shelter under one of the trees. She was covered in cuts and wounds, she'd just happened to stumbled upon something st the wrong place and wrong time. Starting to inspect her injuries she hissed in pain as her hand ghosted over a particularly tender spot, but she was mostly worried about her stitches.
Dark was taking another one of his late night walks when it started to rain, he didn’t have an umbrella or rain coat with him so he simply began walking home. He eventually walked to the park, a sign that he was almost home, when he noticed the smell of blood in the air. “Strange” he muttered, looking down at the concrete below his feet to see a trail of blood, leading to a small clearing with a few trees, on closer inspection he saw a small crouched figure under the shelter of the tree so he decided to approach slowly.