New York City. A dump to some and a place where dreams can come true for others. But for one it's nothing more than a dark and grim place to live. The streets were barely lit, cars drove by, people walked by paying no mind to the alleyway unless they were drunk or stupid enough to enter the wrong territory.

Spawn sat in the shadows watching the city. Every night it was always the same. Stopping the bad guys from harming the innocent. It was difficult to get a good night's rest without something or someone bothering him though it was mainly nightmares that kept him from sleeping. Nightmares from his time in hell.

He sat on top of the church roof looking down at the city below, his green eyes fixed on it, watching it like a hawk. There was just one problem. An annoyance that wouldn't leave him alone. He wasn't much of a people person and the only ones he had to call friends or family were the homeless people that shared the alleyway with him. Though he still chose to spend time by himself and not interact with them very much.

He sighed about to leave until he spotted something. A person dressed in a black cloak with a golden serpent on the back of it heading into one of the alleyways. Deciding to follow the figure, he melted into the shadows until he watched as another figure wearing a dark green cloak with the same symbol appeared leading the first to a van.