[ a scraping sound; it echoes; it carries. metal dragging over concrete -- metal dragging over metal. the footsteps are more muffled, but rigid and perfectly-timed.

the figure passes through Marina's Second District, so slowly. every now and then it pauses, turns its featureless head from side to side, as if looking for something. or someone.

scrape. step. scrape. step. scrape--

silence.

The Watcher sees you. what will you do now? ]