Bloodsucking horrors stalk the streets. Packs of feral beasts roam the wilderness between cities. Beings from the underworld posses the weak and unwary, and always humanity dances at the strings of the unseen puppeteers.
What do you do when the veil is lifted? How do you deal with the fact that monsters exist? For some, this knowledge is too much to bear. For others, It is a challenge, a call to arms, and a realization of life’s purpose. For these few, these imbued, this knowledge is both a boon and a curse.
Even though there are thousands of the imbued, thousands of hunters to rise up and take back the night, In our nation’s capitol, in the streets and alleys of Baltimore, and all along the shores of the Chesapeake bay, there are no hunters. No one to turn to, no one to share the burden, and no one else to stand up and carry the torch into the night.