A black Ford Mustang raced down Black Street. It was headed for Dark Myst. John Allen was about to become a famous writer. He had won a literary competition with his unpublished manuscript "Incubi Neri". A contract with a well-known publishing house, ready to shell out many dollars for that manuscript that was now in the backpack on the seat next to it. While dreaming of his grand life, something strange happened. A black shadow darted past his Ford...