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In the heart of the sprawling metropolis of Arkham Heights, the city thrummed with life. Skyscrapers reached into the heavens, their glass facades reflecting the glow of bustling streets below. People moved through their daily routines, blissfully unaware that just beyond the edges of their perception, the creatures of nightmares were real.

The monsters of myth and story—werewolves, specters, and things too terrible to name—had perfected the art of hiding in plain sight. They lived among humans, feeding off their fear, their blood, or their ignorance. The world believed such beings were nothing more than fiction, stories to entertain or frighten. But a select few knew the truth.

The Hunters—an ancient, secretive order—worked tirelessly to keep humanity safe from the unseen horrors. Armed with weapons forged in secrecy and knowledge passed down through generations, they waged a silent war. They operated in the shadows, their deeds erased from public memory, their sacrifices unknown.

Beneath the surface of Arkham Heights lay the labyrinthine remains of the old city, a forgotten maze of tunnels and ruins where the monsters thrived. It was there, in the damp and crumbling darkness, that the true battles were fought. And it was there that the Hunters whispered a solemn vow: “For the light to endure, the dark must remain unseen.”