midnight bathed in bloodmoon

Eternally cursed with a never-ending hunger, you have fought long and hard to resist the urge to drink human blood. This meant never staying in the same place for too long and never getting attached to anyone. The journey has been a long one, to say the least.

Desperate for a place to rest your aching feet and a meal to quench the unquenchable, you find temporary refuge at a pub at the edge of town that reeks of rat droppings and day-old vomit. Your relief is short-lived, though, stunted by the presence of a vampire hunter sitting beside you at the bar.

Navigating through conversation steeped with fear, friendship, and fatal attraction may be the only way left to keep your head.