*Stand on the rooftop of a tall building, the summer breeze barely noticeable in the eerie stillness. The air is warm but tinged with an unnatural quiet, a stark contrast to the city's usual lively hum.

Below, the streets are deserted. The usual tapestry of moving lights is replaced by an uneasy emptiness. The only sounds are the distant, echoing footsteps of the Kraangs and Purple Dragons as they carry out their sinister plans in the shadows.

Above, the sky is a deep, velvety black, with stars twinkling faintly against the glow of the city's artificial lights. The skyscrapers around you stand like silent, imposing guardians, their windows dark and empty, adding to the sense of desolation.

In the distance, the iconic silhouette of the Empire State Building looms, its spire glowing ominously in the still night. As allways the streets are empty.