Sagiri stared into the darkness for a moment longer before he stood slowly to his feet. He was feeling quite rested to say the list, and his senses were sharp and focused. The darkness was peaceful, and just the sound of steady heartbeats could be heard for miles. The wind that had been blocked by the chimney to allow him to sleep caressed the exposed parts of his face and hands, violently making goosebumps rise on his skin.
He took a step forward on the slightly slanting roof, and his cloak shifted once behind him. He stepped to the edge of the roof, tempting the strong wind to throw him off the roof. After a long, unhurried moment, he jumped slightly and stepped to the edge of the roof.
He rested his weight for a while, his eyes staring into the dimly lit street below, before he crouched low and jumped.
