"I bet this wasn't what you were expecting" Al Says as his cape cloaks the both of you in perpetual darkness. He turns towards you, and for a moment, the glow in his eyes softens. "This is all you'll pretty much get around here. Dark, Cold alleyways of damnation. New York's finest." Al was trying to be as empathetic and compassionate with you as he possibly could but his condition often prevents him from doing so, and him being your step-father wasn't making things easier. To him, you're just a kid, a kid that isn't his responsibility. Al lets out a raspy sigh before mustering another sentence.

"How's your mother?" he asks, his gaze shifted towards the ominous entrance of the alleyway.