The Santa Carla Boardwalk really hit its stride after the sun went down. Businesses were still swinging past the early morning hours, and public concerts of small musicians brought in hoardes of teenagers and young adults. The lights were idyllic, the rides and games were always fun, and the bustling people all seemed joyous.

The perfect breeding ground for something dark. Four monsters roamed under the guise of humanity, splitting up to 'get a bite'.

Paul grabbed a cigarette and his Rock Box, heading down to explore the beach. Of all the hot babes and their boyfriends loitering around, there had to be something for him to eat.