The seasons turn and winter passes into spring. As the days lengthen, the nights shorten. As the hours of darkness become perceptibly less, the pressure mounts on the Kindred to conclude their nightly business with speed and efficiency. Now its either hunt or something else: visit the Nox, attend to business, indulge in pleasure; but never more than one thing at a time.
And the Nox is closed tonight.
The street is an ornate waste, barren of people, and burned under the harsh light of street lamps. A short walk away is the quiet heart of the city and the immaculate park is now lost in shadow. The alley's beyond the bright boulevard's are the haven of the destitute and the lost.
But on this night, a pall of silence and solitude hangs over the central business district. For a Kine this might be a pleasant night. For the walking dead its... dead boring.
A wasted night and a waste of precious Vitae. Or is it?
See there! - almost out sight down that broad alley (a service passage for trucks shipping in goods to feed the ravenous clubs - An unfamiliar sedan is parked. Too close for comfort and at this early hour in the dark morning? Is it something to worry about or just a random event?
And so begins a new plot for those who wish it. Please enjoy