It's a cold, cloudy night At Central park, the only light in the sky not muting by the cold gray of the clouds above being the bright red moon giving a almost demonic glow to the land below it. You stand next to Adam on a high cliff, looking over the abandoned buildings and cracked walkways below, a place untamed and uncared for anymore, the only sign of life being the mark Dracula has left on it and the dim lights along it.

There's a strange, maybe even somber silence in the air between you two, before Adam breaks it with a simple yet meaningful question.

"Do you ever wonder.. what your soul could say if it could speak?"