The night stratosphere hid itself beneath sheets of black, blocking out the starry night above. The skyline buildings obstructed the dreary view, illuminating itself. As the street lights flickered on one by one, the cars turned on their lights to guide their way through the winding roads and blustering traffic. Filling the streets were crowds of people either out to enjoy the night life or just heading back home. Commuters flocked to the subway stations, hoping to catch the last ride of the night. Out of all these people, there was one man who leaned against a building standing stationary, in contrast to the others. His name was Seth Delane. Seth, his twin sister, and his father moved to New York City around a three years ago after a terrible incident occurred. His mother fell victim to leukemia. She had learned of her sickness long before it took action on her body, yet she didn't tell anyone, not even her family. They all blame themselves for not knowing beforehand. Had they took notice, she might still be living with them. But alas, the family had to move on, continue with their lives. The twins found a stable life in the city, while the father stayed home, still distraught about what happened. Seth anxiously waited near the entrance of the building and pulled out his wrist, checking the time. The clock read 8:57pm, only three minutes until she got off from work.