-Night. Outside. Lonely victorian street. Harry Belmont is reaching his leather-wrapped bag to check if he didn't forgot anything after paying a visit to one of his clients that reported mysterious deaths-
Harry: alright.. this done... oh!... Night already... I better start - (his thoughts are interrupted by some powerful noise, coming from the left) Is.. Is anyone there?
(silance is flowing in the landscape. You can even hear the insects breathing but is suddenly disturbed by the clock tower bells anouncing eleven o'clock)
Harry: well.. I guess it's nothi- (got scared)
Felix: Good evening, miste' Belmont. Lonely in the night streets, I see
Harry: well... yes...
Felix: well, shall we go on? My carriage is this way (walking in front, swinging his preciously carved cane on the pavement, letting the cloak behind like a wedding dress train)


In the shadow, on the lonely street, guarded by the brick buildings, over the carved cornices and mansard roofs... far away from the candle flickering inside the lamp post, through the dusty glass. There. There you shall find yourself, surrounded by the place where only the night crawlers shall remain over the sunset.
Harry is very well guided by the hand of the very rich high-class aristocrat with a taste in dark elements, through the dark alley, right in the front of the carriage that led him at his door house. Right before entering his condo, he turned to say a last goodbye, but Felix was no more. He vanished like the light in the street, after the sun went down. He got himself a carriage and a suspect