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[color=f7941d][center]For a long time, the City of Duncaster wrestled with its past as home to The Red Hoods - its diverse population often finding themselves at odds with the organisation’s legacy of distrust and sometimes even outright hatred towards the supernatural, its politicians struggling to find a way to maintain the fragile governmental structures of Tenebris in their wake. There was no denying however, Duncaster’s bloody history. Whilst much was forgotten, this was where the battle for humanity was fought, and ultimately postponed, many losing their lives in the process.  

 And so, eventually, the Unity Monument was built. Constructed in 1903, stands a tall, monolithic sentry on the Duncaster waterfront, keeping watch over a new battalion of upmarket cafes and restaurants requiring that any ordinary person wishing to dine at them first take out a significant bank loan. In theory, it was a monument to the peace The Red Hoods had brought to so many during their tenure, as well as a promise to do better next time. In practice, it was controversial, and many supernatural activist groups called for its removal.  

 This year, however, marked one of the biggest attempts yet by city officials to put an end to the controversy surrounding the Red Hood’s legacy in Duncaster, using the Tricentenery of their dissolution as the first ever ‘Duncaster Unity Celebration’. Whilst in theory it was to be a memorial, speakers from many of Duncaster’s diverse but disparate communities were invited to attend, as well as a well loved pop idol who also happened to be a sixteen year old werewolf. The end of the celebration was to be marked with fireworks over the river. The mood was to be hopeful. 

 At around two in the afternoon, the technicians and vendors started setting up for the event. It was well publicised, and many people knew that [i]something[/i] was happening, even if they weren’t quite sure what. Whilst it had been threatening to rain all morning, the clouds dutifully drifted past, allowing a modicum of cold, wintery sun to splash across those early arrivals who started to drift over at around 4. 

 By five, it was dark, and people had started to assemble properly. The first speaker was due on at half past, but already a sizeable crowd of just under two hundred had started to amass, and both the hotdog and the blood carts were doing good business. 
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