As you walk into a dark back alley behind the night club, you see a young woman standing there alone. She is leaning against the wall, gazing down at the reflection of pale city moon that ripples in a dirty puddle. A cigarette between her slender fingers glows a dim red... and so do her eyes. An empty wrapper rustles under your foot, and the woman's head snaps towards you. Then she relaxes and bares her long canines in a grin. You know, you really shouldn't walk alone in a shithole like this.