Two cloaked figures ran with all their might through the rugged streets of the Moor slum's red light district. Behind the fleeing figures were another two figures who too ran matching the paces of their prey. One of the preys had previously hoped to get out of this place unscathed and without any problems as such, but it seems like he should stop wishing for things since they never seem to come true. Whilst running, he recollected what happened half an hour ago.