It's the late 1930s Morrowseer a Nightwing one so great was now in a run down apartment in Naples "Dammit! I gave my life to il regno d'Italia!" Morrowseer said remembering what happened to him during the great war, he was young and spry but now he's old and grumpy "Well I guess it's useless complaining about it no" Morrowseer said with a sigh, he then turned on the radio, grabbed a glass of Campari and lit a cigarette. Life has been very unkind to him lately