And he never came home.

Full up on over steeped tea, Hanna had finally dismissed himself from the Greek house, not expecting an escorted walk home. And he got no offer for one, like he had thought, left on the front stoop when the door shut behind him. The city was dark, and full of noise as he walked down the steps, his hammer giving off a very low pink light. Each day it had dimmed, and pretty soon, all the lights would go out. Or at least that was what Hanna feared would happen. Not that he was afraid of the dark, but rather the tricks it played on people when the lights were out. He had learned just how frightening the dark could be after the incident with his parents, how quiet could ruin a man's calm as easily as screams could.

( character death under the cut )