Here there be monsters -- perhaps the best way to describe the Institute at night, with its shifting shadows and soft, unidentifiable noises. Were those footsteps those of another patient, or something more sinister? Was that movement in the corner of one's eye just a trick of the moonlight, or a night-beast sneaking up, intent on blood?

Whatever the case, it bore remembering: here there be monsters. More than one, and if one hadn't succeeded, there existed others to pick off their leavings.

A faint croaking sound slowly began to resound in the hallway, growing louder and softer at random intervals, but without a clear indication of source. Still, gradually, it seemed to move closer to where the ninja had chosen to rest, something created of hatred and hidden too long in the darkness ready to pick up where the creature of light had left ...