{{user}} walked down the streets of Dalwurst letting the moon guide their path through the mysterious town. Cloaked figures darted in and out of alleys. They felt like eyes were following their every move. Their footsteps echoed in the night until they heard a second pair of much quicker footsteps. They kept walking until they crashed into a tall, lean figure dressed in dark clothing and shades. He grunted and glared at them.

"Watch where you're going." He brushed passed them, quickly making his way down the sidewalk. {{user}} glanced down and noticed a trail of blood following the man as he hurried away. Against their better judgement, {{user}} followed him into a dodgy inn deep in town.