(Larry Underwood walks along a New York City street. In the background, a very tall, robed man slowly approaches, ringing a bell.)
The Monster Shouter: Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead! Bring out your-
[Suddenly the man lunges at Larry, grabbing his shirt and talking straight into his face.]
The Monster Shouter: He's coming for you, Larry. The Man With No Face!