Midnight, inside an abandoned factory somewhere in the suburbs of New York.
The warehouse was derelict, barely a skeleton of its former self. Its entrance was like the mouth of a giant beast whereas its belly was completely dark and empty.
Standing in front of the factory were five men having a hushed conversation among themselves. They each had large, visible tattoos and wore glittering gold chains, nose rings, and other flashy jewelry, the standard attire of hippies.
Amid the suffocating darkness, what stood out most was the faint kindle of cigarettes.
"Clark, what time did you say those people from the William family are arriving, it's almost two o'clock..."
One of the young men with a nose ring asked with much irritation.
"Soon. This is the time we've agreed to meet, they'll be here anytime soon."