The silence of the night seemed to envelope everything in the quiet little subrubs of Cardiff. The neat little house were sorted into regimental rows, all identical to the rest. The wind blew through a small childrens play-ground whistling as it was funneled down into the small narrow backstreets and alleys that meshed together and gave the quiet district another, secret personality, one far more sinister and organic than that of the neatly pruned gardens and sptless windows of the subrubs. The swing in the park swung back and forth, pushed by the wind, as though something invisible was interacting with it. the silence of the subrubs was deafening as it was broken by the creeks and groans metal against metal as the swing moved back and forth.

Suddenly the silence of night was shattered by the harsh, shrill sounds of a Police siren, This was followed by the sound of running, franticly paniced running. Then a shadowy figure jumped into the opening of one of the many alleyways. The figure was thin and dressed in dark clothes. The figures legs were accentuated by the skinny fitting jeans. The firgure was a young man, his eyes were behind a pair of thin framed half rimmed glasses, his long brown hair fell down to his chin, it was brushed to onme side and the hair on the left side of his face was slightly longer, it shone in the moonlight. His breathing was very heavey and as he heard the sirens draw closer, his breathing stops as his pushed himself up against the wall of the alleyway in an attempt to run hide from the police. After a while, the sirens faded off into the distance and he sighed in relief.