It's a nice morning in Manhattan, snowflakes tenderly fall out, foaming at the streets as they build up into caves of ice. In the sky, birds flutter lovingly, and the sound of old chatter can be heard from benches all around the city. However, this sweet scene is broken as a pumpkin-shaped explosive hand grenade is thrown into the middle of the park center, sending a crashing sound and large amounts of snow flying everywhere, melted by the flames caused by the bomb. The sound of cackling can be heard as a zooming echo is presented through the air. "..."