In the depths of the crescent moon, as you know, live the children of the night. Born of numerous legends on the darkest eve, blood-sucking monsters and demons hunt, looking for the purest and most innocent bystanders who will die just because of their presence. The moon, no matter how beautiful a guide it is, has little sympathy for good people.

For quite a long time, Shadow did not believe in such chatter and considered it only a manifestation of the strange fantasy of people, which still remains incomprehensible to the black and red hedgehog. But after the invasion of the Black Arms, he was forced to reconsider his assumptions about myths and legends. Because doesn't every fiction have a drop of truth?