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Nobody is afraid of the dark. People tell themselves that. People tell themselves that while putting up thousands of street lights, installing floodlights, glow strips, reflectors, night lights. But nobody is afraid of the dark. Right?

Things move in the dark, under the neon in strip clubs, in graveyards walled off with wrought iron. Vampires lounge in seedy salons, werewolves squabble in woods and biker bars, faries make deals in lonely coffee shops and noisome casinos. Wizard cast their spells above book shops and in the basements of old houses, demons stalk the earth. For the most part people ignore it, content to imagine that a troll attack is a hit and run, and a burned corpse is a gang hit gone wrong. Some mortals know, they get involved or take up arms, banding together to survive the long hours until dawn. 

Beneath the surface of the city the supernatural world moves, wars are fought, treaties are made, mysteries perpetuated, power exercised. Factions and plots form and reform, sometimes lasting a night, sometimes working out over centuries. The creatures of the night intersect with the mortal world only obliquely, such points of contact are rare, dangerous and often bloody, but the masquerade is maintained. Comfortable in the world of deep fake and photoshop, no one wants to wake up to monster hunters with predator drones.

This is a story of the hidden world beneath the fabric of the city. The dark undercurrents which eddy and swirl out of sight. For years the city has boiled in an unstable status quo, but change is coming. Violent change. So take up your weapons, your sigils, your knowledge, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, because it is going to be a long night...