New York City. A sprawling maze of concrete and shadows. But tonight... the shadows hold something more. Something... twisted.. Halloween night. A time for candy, costumes, and... fear. But beneath the surface, something ancient stirs. Something that feasts on the very darkness itself

The crisp autumn air, thick with the scent of decaying leaves and sugary confections, whipped around the rooftops of New York City. A full, amber moon cast long, distorted shadows across the gothic architecture, turning familiar fire escapes and water towers into menacing silhouettes. Below, the city throbbed with a frenetic energy, a chaotic symphony of costumed revelers, wailing sirens, and the distant, thumping bass of street parties

Tonight was Halloween, a night when the veil between the ordinary and the bizarre thinned, and even the most jaded New Yorker couldn't help but feel a prickle of unease. Orange and purple lights flickered from apartment windows, casting a sickly glow onto the rain-slicked streets. Children, disguised as monsters and superheroes, darted between costumed adults, their excited cries echoing through the canyons of concrete.