Tommy Santalesa never paid heed to dark whisperings of the older Italians in his working-class SoHo, New York neighborhood. When they said to avoid the old foundry and spoke of witches and evil, he assumed it was idle chatter. He's about to discover he should respect his elders' words. When his band member and childhood friend Frank disappears, Tommy embarks on a search of the muggy after-hours streets of the local printing district. There, he learns that everyone seems to want Frank for something. The police want him. A retired cop and rumored mob enforcer wants him. And the shadowy, murderous force dwelling in the foundry's courtyard already has him - and she doesn't want to give him up. As for Frank himself, he's looking worse for the wear. The fact that he no longer has a pulse might be a contributing factor, but if so, how's he still up and moving?