The parking lot is an eerie place in the shadows of an evening or winter afternoon and a winter morning, these mists and fog ooze across the lot, like tenderise of something that isn't there.
The lot is quiet as the competitors enter and leave, it is very early or very late depending on your perspective, the warm up matches have occurred and the GM is talking to his team.
A CLATTER OF METAL,
The group are startled and look around pensively, nervous already as this is DAM's first show night.
A white shadow filters to the side just out of their vision, as they turn about, nothing.
Silence again.