Eyes that glow in the dark, screeching sounds like a Spectre, chilling the bones.
Trash cans fall, scattered detritus of a society that creates too much feeds him.
His country cousins are shot for sport, but he lives in the urban jungle with fast food on tap, a nuisance for his neighbours but he is tolerated as one of their own.
Not like their other neighbours who seek the same nightly bounty.
The sewer rats.