It was a chilly night in New York City, New York. James "Wildcard" Cliff was on his typical path home, waiting for the subway. Rats skittered about, giving him the chills. It was cold underground- especially at ten PM. He'd gotten off of work much later than normal, but he had no family waiting for him. He checked his phone. The train was late. He began to pace. This is bad. It needs to get here, or I could be stuck here all night. I could take the bus if I need to, I guess. He waited for the arrival of his train. Nearby, others were also getting restless- probably with families to get home to. James was lucky since he didn't have anybody to get home to at the moment. Normally, he had a girlfriend but he had recently broken up again.