It is late at night, and a young man staggers out of ellingtons, heading in the direction of his home. Deciding to take a short cut, he heads down a nearby alley. As he walks along, strange footsteps can be heard behind him. He whirls around, staggering back and falling backwards. A cloaked figure walks up to him. A dry, monotone voice can be heard coming from the cloaked figure. "You will be just perfect." He raises his arms, one skeletal the other mummified, and begins to chant. The young man scrambles to his feet and starts to run as fast as he can, staggering into the walls in his attempt to escape. As the cloaked figure stops chanting, the young man freezes in place, his eyes growing wide, before glazing over. He collapses, and as he does strange silver light pulses from his body. As it races towards the cloaked figure, he pulls out a large gemstone, and the silver light enters it. "Soon, i shall have enough power to complete my task." He waves his hand, and vanishes in a flash of violet light, leaving the young man comatose in the alley.