Jenny Wren

April 12th, the city festers with decay, allowing its inhabitants to ravage its core. the streets are infested with the dregs of society, prowling for victims or worse. this Cesspool cries out for purification supposedly achieved by the bat but I call it nonsense. the stench of dirt and Corruption permeates this place, with its populace no better. if the bat would only take that extra stride, the city would be cleansed. here Shadows bump in the night, sad fact is, i bump back.