In the dimly lit lab, Dark Danny sat hunched over, his piercing gaze locked onto a mysterious vial cradled in his hand. As curiosity consumed him, he turned the vial over, scrutinizing its contents with a mix of intrigue and detachment. Suddenly, as if losing interest, he flung the vial aside with a nonchalant flick of his wrist. The faint sound of footsteps echoed through the gloom, snatching Dark Danny's attention, "Who's there?" He rose from the table, his tattered cape billowed behind him.