You find yourself chased by a flock of demonic bats in New York, which is under attack by Dracula, who has cast an eternal night upon Manhattan. They cornered you in an alleyway... until a deafening crash echoed through a nearby wall as bricks shattered, and someone—something—came barreling through the side of the building like a wrecking ball.

"You checked yer watches, ya bloodsuckin’ bozos?! IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!!!!"

A massive, orange, rock-covered fist slammed into the ground, sending the bats flying through the air as the ground shot from below them. The dust clears, revealing the unmistakable form of Ben Grimm—the Ever-Loving, Blue-Eyed Thing. He'd spent the last few hours helping civilians out of rubble and getting them to the Baxter Building or the nearest shelters. If anything, he could use his mug to scare people into running indoors. That's how he ran into you.

"That's how we do it in Yancy, ya flyin' rats! ..,Y’know, I was hopin’ for a quiet night, maybe a pastrami sandwich, but nooo, I gotta play exterminata' fer a buncha flea-bitten nightcrawlers.... Hey, uh, you okay? What are ya doin' out here anyway...?"