Tribal Tattoo

The first step in our plan was to capture an Akuma. Alive. Everything else hinged on that. We would set up traps and hunt without killing. I didn't think it was possible, but we all agreed to try.

It was two in the morning. We were back at the Harmony Grove Cemetery since there were so many Akuma on our previous hunt. Ariel took the northwest corner. Peter had the northeast. Zoe kept eyes on the southeast. Troy had the southwest. And Laeddin and I had the center.

"What's going on with you and Troy?" Laeddin asked. We were standing near a fancy monument complete with concrete stairs leading up to it. To the right was a gothic style church built in nineteen hundred and five. At least that was what I was told.

The church had a tall, pointed spire that rose from the center, along with four smaller spires, one at each corner. The carvings were intricate. Some might call it gaudy, but I thought it was amazing.