Night fell almost immediately, the dark skies grounding into each other to create an eerie calm that effectively silenced the town. The air was heavy and humid with the scent of an approaching storm. In the blackness, a man scuttled out from an alley, his pupils enhanced by the soft light of the moon. He clutched a cloth bag in his hand that gave off the scent of leaves that had never seen the light of day. He took a deep breath of air before continuing on his way, further embedding the drug trade into the little town of Springfield.