The night was moonless and dark, with but a few street lamps to guide his way. He had not gone five paces before he heard strangely soft footsteps. Whirling about, Grenwald vowed to confront the footsteps' owner--be it friend or foe.
No one was there; yet the footfalls continued, getting closer.
Then Grenwald glanced up and saw the monstrous shadow striding down out of the night sky toward him.