The sun was setting over the New York City skyline, bringing a swirling soft orange hue to the previously light blue sky. It was reaching the end of summer, and it was just starting to get cool at night. A young man with long, silky black hair descended the steps down into Central Park. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a pair of shades, and well as jeans and black combat boots. His posture was calm, relaxed, and in control. He kept an eye out for trouble of any sort as his steps carried him along one of the many paths in the park. This was Leone Valcrosse, the man with the ability to manipulate darkness. Little did he know that malicious forces had taken an interest in him. Or that they would show their interest tonight.