A pigeon lying dead in the middle of a high street. Its head nowhere to be seen, blood spurts stain the ground where the head should be.
There are no signs of a struggle, or any evidence to suggest how the pigeon came to be there in that state.
Many of the shops on the high street have been shuttered or display closing down signs, no major chains can be seen.
The skies are grey, as are the few people that trudge through the scene.
An outsider looks down, puzzled, and has an idea.
