Night falls. The streets of Eridia grow dimmer, colder... you shiver in your thin, worn-down clothes.

You wander the streets: trying to find your way back to the Wet Wick... to finally rest after a long, stressful day. A loud screech catches your attention, you spin around in circles trying to locate the source. All of a sudden, a creature lurches out at you! Scratching your face slightly, blood trickles down your cheek.. you decide to run. And you run. Eventually you ran into a dead-end.