crookletes | death
undead
wind
Myster
Stranger Danger
undead
wind
Seen lurking just outside of a lamp's glow, or staring through binoculars from cover. He never says a word, jotting down the hour and minute in a notepad. The moment you realize he's there, he takes off. So common this shade, neighborhoods put up signs of him to try to ward him away.