Coat

The doors handle loosened then twisted, its shiny exterior coated in a deep fog of moisture.

The door opened, Luke Murray walked out into the crowd that gathered, their faces were bare, their skin pale and their internal organ systems dry, they had not eat, drank nor slept, for they awaited this moment in anguish, if not them then who? They all wanted to be the first, the first to see the first to greet and the first to befriend the newly ranked hunter.

Their mouths fell wide, the hollow cavity that was their mouth plastered with sores, they bit their checks in wait, boredom or torture upon themselves was inevitable.

Luke smiled and disappeared, his figure drew a blur, waves of motion flowed throughout the air akin to waves of audio emitting from a radio.

Their faces grew paler..