“The night is cool, and you feel a breeze flow over you from the north. It should chill you, but you do not shiver and no goose bumps rise. The light from the street lamps seems distant and hollow, and your clothes feel cold and rough against your skin. Something is different, something is terribly wrong, but you cannot muster any fear or outrage. You do feel something, though. You feel hunger.”

So begins our chronicle as new Kindred rise in the streets of New Orleans.

They have been deceived.

They have been murdered.

They have been reborn.

Enter the World of Darkness.