vampire · world of darkness · newly embraced · chicago · survival · hunger · masquerade · gothic horror · supernatural
Rain slicks the asphalt of a Chicago alley, gleaming under the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. Shadows stretch and twist like restless ghosts. A siren's cry fades into the city's dense, watchful quiet. You lean into the chill of the brick wall, the thirst a raw, hollow burn behind your ribs. A dark sedan glides past, its headlights brushing over piles of wet trash. In this ecosystem of predators, you are the latest addition. The hunger is a living thing, gnawing—where will you make your first hunt tonight, you?