It was coming up to one year prior to the Crooked Man losing his life, one year where the citizens of Fable town was drawn into a frenzy, running around in a panic on who this mysterious man's next victim was. Prior to so, everything returned back to silence, in fact to the point where it was too quiet for comfort, despite the fact that there wasn't any trouble going around at all from rebellious individuals. After all, before so, there hadn't been a killing streak in years.

However, things seemed to have grown back to normal. Everyone was going back to their everyday lives as if nothing had ever happened. Peace had finally came back to this mythological society that even have been under secrecy from those considered as normal human beings, also recognised by the term 'Mundane'.

Bigby, the sheriff of this society, recognised this well enough. Although it seemed to be that when he took the Crooked Man's life, he also rejected the trust of the citizens who had seen promise in him. But now because of his choice, all he could see in their faces the majority of the time is fear. A fear that he was used to from his distant past of killing those who got in his way, something that he was trying so hard to redeem although all that effort was gradually going to waste.

It soon came to be night time, where everything seemed to be at its stillness, the streets undisturbed from noise as the civilians were safe in their homes, cuddled into the warmth of their blankets. However, the hazel eyed wolf wasn't. In fact, he was at the Trip Trap, a pub located in the centre of town, drinking his sins away. There was no one else around except from Holly, however even with serving Bigby, she knew her place and didn't speak all that much.

Bigby reached for the shot glass, downing another small amount of whiskey, his third one for the night. With finishing the contents, he lightly removed the glass from his lips, returning it back to the table.
Noticing this, Holly picked up the bottle but before she could unscrew the cap, Bigby raised his hand, as if telling her that he didn't want another one.
"I'm about to leave… Thanks…" He said in a low, yet gruff voice. It was obvious that he had something to drink, considering how his words just that slightly but slurred, although he wasn't completely out of it.

He stood up from the stool and reached into his pocket, taking out a small amount of money that was plenty to pay for the few shots of whiskey that he engulfed.
"Keep the change…"

And with so, he left into the night, all alone. This was his usual routine. Whenever he had faced a rough patch in his work or had a stressful day, a drink or two was always the solution to calming himself down. He couldn't allow his temper to get in the way again, especially considering how facing his 'other side' would never end pleasantly. Everyone knew that…

Once he got outside, he looked down one end of the street before heading in the other direction. Bigby placed his hand into his pocket and took out both a lighter and a small white and red packet of Huff and Puff cigarettes. With tilting the packet slightly, his index finger tapped the side, causing one of the cigarettes to come out into his reach, to which he grabbed it with his teeth lightly before lighting the end of it.

The puff of smoke from both his mouth and the end of the cigarette rose into the air, a light musky scent that infected the wolf's sensitive smell. However, by that rate, he didn't have anything to worry about that night. After all, although he was still cautious, very rarely was there any action at all nowadays.

"It's gonna be a long night…" He muttered to himself tiredly.

With releasing the cloud of tobacco, he gave a sigh of relaxation whilst making his way back to his somewhat rundown apartment in the Woodlands. Considering how he was rarely in the small space, it seemed to feel that way no matter what how he thought about it.

However, because of the lack of scent, what he didn't pick up that there was someone in the shadows watching him carefully, although from the fact that he got back home safely, it seemed that this mysterious entity didn't have any possible hostile intent. At least, not for now…

Bigby entered the premises. Quiet, just as usual. His eyes peered over to the guard named Grimble who happened to have been fast asleep with his hat covering his face partially. Even with the large commotion that occurred one year ago, it seemed that some things would never change…
With one elevator ride and across the hallway, it didn't take much time before he got back to him 'home'.

He tried the door handle. It was unlocked? That only meant one thing…

"You know, you really shouldn't be barging into other people's properties like this…" Bigby muttered with a sigh as soon as the opened the door and just as he thought beforehand, he found Colin in his fable form lounging on the couch as the pig he is.

"Hm? Well you did say that I was welcome at any time…" Colin retorted sleepily, his form moving off the couch to allow the sheriff to sit down and rest.

"So, just the usual?"

Bigby nodded silently before collapsing in a drunken fashion on his love seat. "The odd break out here and there, although nothing particularly alarming… To be honest, it's became so quiet again, I kind of miss the large scale cases…" He admittedly responded, although this brought a rather worrisome expression to grow on Colin's face.

"Although the chances of that happening any time soon is not that great… Besides it doesn't send all that grand a message considering how people were killed last year."

"Yeah you're right… Even then, everyone fears me already so who knows what else will happen…"

Bigby stretched his broad form, a yawn escaping from his lips as he relaxed in the position that he was currently settled into. The comfort was enough to draw him into his own personal dream land, to which nothing would be able to bother him until morning. After all, what was the worst that could happen overnight?

Meanwhile, within the dark shadows across the town. The mysterious entity finally struck. A young, helpless woman who happened to have been working late at the Pudding and Pie was the victim, one that didn't release what was happening until it was too late. A tight grip grabbed her shoulder, catching her attention almost immediately. However, although she couldn't see a visible face with the exception of golden yellow eyes, this beings strength was said to be overwhelming.

Before the female fable could scream out for help and struggle out of the clawed grip, it dragged… No, flung her into the darkness of his possession. Whatever it was, it was quick with its job. The blood curdling screaming came to an abrupt pause within a matter of seconds, the atmosphere once again growing peaceful and silent once again. Would it truly be the same case when dawn was drawing closer and closer by the minute?