United States time, 21:00, in an abandoned train station in New York.
The night was deep, and all around was silent. The Black Cocoon hung motionlessly upside down below the station's eaves, a black restraint belt suspended above his head.
He couldn't be bothered to use the restraint belt to fix his coat's hem, so under the force of gravity, the coat fell entirely, covering his head and upper body.
Despite the dilapidated state of the train station's surrounding walls, they still towered high, isolating the city's neon outside. At this moment, only a trace of moonlight shone on the empty platform.
In the sound of dripping water, the Black Cocoon quietly flipped through a book inside his coat, as if waiting for someone.
Before long, a brightly lit train roared through the tunnel and stopped on the rusty tracks.
From the gaps in the train, a wave of steam surged outward, rumbling loudly before fading away.
