IC: What a lovely night it was.
The eyes behind the mask looked up at the dark sky, as if seeking something that was not there. A moment passed, and the figure sighed heavily, head lolling to one side. So many times he'd looked at this sky, and though it had not lost all of its beauty, still...he was tired.
But not tired enough to stop.
The eyes looked down, at the unmoving, black-clad person (or had previously been a person) lying in a prone, almost peaceful way on the road. He knelt, picking up the bloodstained book the other had held, flipping through it idly. He stopped turning through the book, and let out a small, harsh laugh.
"....close, kid. But not close enough. Never close enough."
The masked man looked at the small picture, a stick figure-like form, with a white face and red eyes. "It'll reset anyway...no need to destroy it. But speaking of which..."
He looked up again, down at the house about a mile or so away, just within visual radius.
"I have some friends to visit."