It was silent at night. A shadow stood amongst the clouds and wordlessly gazed at the city below him. Holding a notebook and a feather quill, he recorded silently. Endless stars were reflected in his Starry Eyes. Behind him, a silhouette emerged from the condensation. "Grandmaster Koch, how is everything?"
"As usual." Koch ripped out a piece of paper for the man. "A total of nineteen musicians have gone against the Sacred City's order and involved the locals during their personal fights."
"There are many kids who think too highly of themselves." The shadow in the clouds glanced at the notes and nodded. "They want to fool around when the Silent Authority's here? They'll have to pay for not following the rules."
Grandmaster Koch continued to look down. He finally stopped recording when the midnight bell rang out. His records were filled with various names.