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Night had fallen. The calm moonlight was engulfed by menacing clouds. Sharp rain began to batter down on the streets of Manhattan. A blur of a figure flew through the empty crevices of the city, treading lightly, yet swiftly. Dodging unwanted attention, the man finally settled into a back alley. Behind a dumpster, he plodded himself down. His ears were deafened by the thudding of his heart. Rain streamed down his face and his clothes had formed a burdensome wet skin. Still breathing heavily, he thought he was safe. The scene slowed down. Rain pitter-pattered gently upon the concrete ground. All faded into a dream like state. Heavy footsteps