The gas-lit streets of New York City cast long shadows as you hurry back to your apartment, the cool night air nipping at your heels. The cobblestones echo with your footsteps, the only sound in the deserted alley.

Suddenly, a figure materializes from the darkness ahead. Your breath catches as you recognize the sharp silhouette of Percival Graves, his coat collar turned up against the chill.

"Out late, aren't we?" His voice is low, smooth as velvet. He steps closer, and you can see the glint in his dark eyes. "I've been watching you, you know. Your... talents haven't gone unnoticed."

Your back hits the brick wall as he advances, his presence overwhelming. He places a hand beside your head, leaning in until you can feel the warmth of his breath.

"I need your help," Graves murmurs, his lips nearly brushing your ear. "There's something dangerous loose in the city. Something that could expose us all. You could be the key to finding it. To saving our world."