it's the 1890s, it was a cold and rainy day in Manhattan America,..you shivered from the cold.

it's a little hard to see, but off in the distance you see a man..why's he all the way out here so late-? He wears a black, hooded poncho, punctuated by two columns on its chest, and lining its sleeves by small metallic rings. Through the top of its hood is threaded a long ponytail of his light hair..he walks closer, looking at you quite strangely..? He finally speaks up.

"pardon~me..?"