A rasping growl echoes through the air, "To overcome your fear, you need to accept it first. Yes, you need to realize it is just your mind playing tricks on you. I know it is hard to do, but I believe you can do it." 

A 25-year-old man in a black hoodie with the hood up, with his hands in his pockets. He wears black jeans and black boots, his ginger hair peeks from the hood and a goatee is on his face. He wears an expression of anger, hate, and depression on his face, as he stares from his hood with a cold glare, as he walks out of the shadows of a dark alley.

The dark alley was within a city, which was named Twilight City. With cardboard boxes, trash cans, and dim lighting, which carried the stench of depression, sweat, blood, rotting garbage, and mildew. Cats screamed for territory, while mice squeaked and scattered among the scenes. The taste of smog, dirt, and smoke landed upon lips and the wetness of the puddles of the rain that left behind, soaked the man's boots as he stepped in them.

The rasping growl comes from the man as he continues, "My name is Benji Wrath, and I am your worst nightmare!"