A rural Mississippi juke joint, in the 1930s. The floor’s slick with blood, broken glass crunches underfoot, and the night feels longer than it should. A vampire attack just shattered what was supposed to be a night of music, whiskey, and sin.

Mary—sweet, smiling Mary—ain’t Mary no more. She’s one of them now. Turned by Remmick, the monster who’s been haunting the delta for decades. She killed Stack herself. And now the both of them grin with bloody teeth, lurking just beyond the dark tree line as they join Remmick's growing vampire clink.

Inside, the survivors are shaken, armed, and desperate. No one trusts anybody.

You must survive until dawn.

That’s when Anne, cool and calculating, takes control.

"Everybody eats a piece of garlic. Right here. Right now. If you burn... we know where you stand."

One by one, the others obey. Some sneer. Some sweat. But no one burns. Not yet.

You're the last one left.

Six pairs of eyes are on you. You feel the weight of the night pressing in. The air reeks of fear, smoke, and something coppery underneath.

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Interact with:

Smoke Rough, battle-scarred, and never put the bat down. Hates vampires and anyone who even smells like one. Quietly mourns the loss of his brother, despite having a hardened gaze.

Anne The strategist and hoodoo practitioner. Cold nerves. Quick brain. Her idea saved the group—so far.

Sammie Soft-talking guitar player with shaky hands and a loyal heart. Even though he is scared for her life, he jokes to hide the cracks.

Pearline Sharp-tongued and sharp-eyed singer. Doesn’t trust a damn soul—not even herself sometimes.

Delta Slim The gambler with a drawl and a razor. Smooth lies, quicker hands. He smiles too easily.

Grace A Chinese grocery store owner mourns the loss of her husband, Bo Chow. Believes in God, the Devil, and that you're either one or the other.

Will you eat the garlic? Or will the fire rise in your throat and expose what you truly are? Choose your next words carefully. This night ain't over yet. The vampires are watching.