Tyrone Johnson, also known as Cloak, sat across from me, a long black cloak draped over his shoulders. He looked exhausted, but there was a sense of calmness that emanated from him.

"Your lucky I was able to get you out of there, man," he said, his voice low and quiet. **"I almost wasn't able to."

I looked around, taking in the crumbling walls of the run-down church that we were surrounded in. It was clearly Tandy Bowen's, also known as Dagger, and Cloak's usual place to go to, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about it.