Woman

Harold shuddered in his makeshift shelter, a drooping cardboard box in a filthy alley. Buildings towered everywhere, providing little more defense against the rain than his rapidly deteriorating cover. He needed somewhere dryer to spend this warm August night and this just wasn't cutting it. he grabbed his pack and pulled his jacket close before hurling himself into the streets to seek a more adequate place to hide from the sky's furious torrent.
Dodging the heavy weekend traffic, he crossed streets to the angry protests of car horns and less than polite drivers. They saw him as a vermin, a sub-human thing that leeched off the scraps they'd worked so hard to have the privilege of throwing away. To them, the scavanging creature was a nuscience to be crushed or at least to pretend it's existence simply was untrue.
He'd never begged. He didn't ask nor bother anyone for his continued well being. He had a pride unseen since the days of the ancients. The boldness of a greek epic hero flowed through him veins and he would be damned before he let a little thing like being destitute and homeless even slow his progress. He knew what he was doing and where he needed to be.

He ducked into the doorway of a nearby restraunt, knowing that he had no more than a few moments before the owner came out to shoo him into the screaming rain once more. he took a moment to assess his situation and removed the only thing he had left from his pocket. The strange device that led to his ruin still glowed gently, a reassuring and ominous sign of thing to come and all he'd lost. He looked at it for just a moment, fearful that others might notice and covet it themselves, and returned it to its silk bag, which rested within his shirt, keeping it close to his heart. he smiled and looked onward before straightening and stepping back into the rain. Ahead of him loomed the tower of industry he'd once called his domain. Since his departure it had fallen into complete ruin housing only the worst of humanity -the murderous hearts and the cruel take-it-all greeders that fed on anything and everything they could pull into thier gaping maws hungry for more and more until they devoured entire lives. And at the center sat her. That woman. the one unerringly fatal force that sucked clean every good and noble spirit that sought to even challenge her complete empire of terror, unbeknownst to anyone who could do anything to stop her from consuming everything within the city.
Nobody knew where she'd come from and nobody cared to ask. To be honest, very few were even aware that she existed in the first place. She never left the building and was only seen in passing glances-fleeting images caught in dirty windows and broken mirrors. But she was there, the heart of this great beast that was ravenously engulfing the city's resources at an alarming rate, with the oblivious residents fighting thier mundane lives in abject ignorance.