3rd pov

A man is at a desk in a red sand-dirt cave. It is a huge round room with about 4 cells in them. In those cells are ungodly things. Some are just the worst of worse people and some are things that look like they came straight from hell. Besides the cells there is just the desk. It has some papers on it and a chair that goes with it. The room is pretty bare but it has a hallway that leads to somewhere else. Only the man knows what it leads to. The ceiling is 50 feet high (15.24 meters). It's all rounded, even the hallway.

It's quiet as usual until there is a ding. The man stands up and walks down the short hallway to a giant metal door. The door is half the height of the ceiling and almost as wide as the hallway. Next to the door is a slot for mail. There is a white envelope on the floor. The man picks up the envelope and walks back over to the desk and sits back down. He tears open the envelope and takes out a piece of paper. It has a name and description on it. He throws it onto the desk and spins the chair forward to see the cells.

Pov and setting change:

I watch the people that live on the street that I hide frantically run around. They board up their windows and barricade their doors. They take their weapons to their waist bands and their food to the safe rooms in their houses. They steal from the store down the street and they try to hide themselves.

It's quite pathetic honestly. They ruin their lives and try to hide from the consequences. They are stupid. I look at the sky and see that it's getting darker and darker. The purple moon is in a few hours. The moon itself is beautiful but what happens isn't. I remember seeing what happened at the last purple moon. Across the street from where I was there sat a man. He killed someone so it was his time to get taken. He had white hair and a white-ish grey beard. He had a family but they disowned him. A man walked up to the old man. He blended in with the dark but he had clothes with mud and dirt stained in them. He had yellowish purple skin but maybe that was from the moon light. He had giant black wings that were hard to see and I think he had a tail. His veins were black and his hair was long and black. I couldn't see his face because it was covered with his hair and it was dark outside. The man walked over to the old man and the old man slowly stood up. They talked for a quick second and the old man tried to punch the man but the man easily dodged. The old man kept trying to fight the man but it wasn't working. The man took out something and the old man immediately fell. I think it was a taser. The taser flashed before it shocked the old man. It sounded like a gun. The man picked up the old man and threw him over his shoulder. The man turned his head towards me and I froze. I never did anything that bad so I don't know why he faced me but that's all I remember.

The whole scene was quite shocking but the old man deserves it. The way he killed that poor lady is unspeakable. I look around and see the last of the people going inside and the moon slowly rising. I went to the closest alley and hid in a corner. I look at my tattered clothes and play with all the loose threads waiting for the moon to rise. I always loved looking at the moon, this will be my 11th time seeing it. It doesn't get less magical every time. After about an hour or two, I don't know, the moon reaches its high point. It's beautiful, possibly breathtaking. It shines the pretty soft purple light shining on everything. It's so quiet and peaceful. I love it, I love it so much. Such a beauty in this twisted nonsense world.

After a few minutes I hear footsteps. He's here, here to collect someone. There isn't a single peep, a single noise except the footsteps. They get closer and closer. My anxiety is slowly rising. I look down the alley and see him. He is looking at a piece of paper and looks around. I don't know how he can see. He looks towards me and it reminds me of two years ago when he looked at me. I look down trying to avoid all eye contact. I don't know why I'm so nervous, I'm not even 30.

The footsteps get closer till they stop right in front of me. I see his feet, he doesn't have any shoes and his nails are long and he has elf ears. I look down to my feet, they are smaller but the nails aren't as long, I don't wear shoes either but I don't own any. I decide to look up because I don't want what happened to that old man to happen to me. I look up and he puts the paper he was holding right in front of me. It has my name on it and it describes me. My height, weight, shape and my vitiligo skin. I don't know how the paper knows all that about me, I've covered my skin in dirt so I don't stick out as much and can hide better, also because I can't shower. I look back at the man and my anxiety has gone through the roof. He motions for me to get up so I do. I can't stop shaking. I don't want to be shaking, I don't want to seem weak. There's been all those other times where seeming weak got me hurt. The man just watches me, he doesn't say anything. Once I get up he says, "you have to come with me". He has a nice deep, silky voice. I nod the best I could.