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