In a large upstate duplex, the sounds of a screams, gunshots and thunder fill the air, heightening the already eerie blinking emergency lights.

After a few minutes of the onslaught, it goes silent… just as the door to a room bursts open.

Levi’s figure emerges from the dust cloud, his outfit stained with blood and the familiar black markings on his face as he looks around. He takes note of the room, from the large comfy looking bed, to the closet full of clothes, TV set and all other forms of luxury.

A sudden crack causes him to turn with his arm outstretched, powerful electricity crackling around it when a familiar face emerges from thin air.

“Levi? Please… tell me you’re still sane.” Alana asked as she releases the rest of the illusion on her body with a kunai tightly held in her hand. At first, Levi just stares… before giving her a friendly smile.

Once she sees it, the kunai clatters to the ground as she rushes to hug him with Levi holding onto her tightly. She then pulls away to