NPF Avatars 5 - Bread and Circuses

[TheBlindMime]

A cold chill blew through NPF City, it was the kind of chill that accompanied death. As the crowd reeled from the cold no one noticed the man in black, it was as if he had come from nowhere bringing the void along behind him. Worse still his visage was an ominous one, the wide brimmed hat that shaded his eyes from view allowed only a glimpse of the sinister smile locked upon his face. He stood just before the entrance to the newly constructed O'Sullivan tower, his jacket flapping in the wind.

This all would have been quite intimidating had he not been facing away from the tower.