Literal beasts, these days they don't have teeth they have guns, knives and agendas. At least that is expected, normal. Popping in and out of places like it's nothing from crime riddled Hell's Kitchen and bustling New York City to... busy cosmopolitan of what was this place called again?

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." Foggy stops and puts his hands up. He flips his hair back a second and takes a breath. "That's real? Am I real. And you're ...are you real?"