“Mommy? Mommy, is that you? Please! I’m in here. It’s so dark! I can’t see you, Mommy . . .come closer Mommy . . . ? Chkchkchkchkchkchkchkchkt!”
Condemned to eternal darkness, the sightless line of horrors known as the Baddacelli burrows through the network of catacombs that grow inevitably in the underground of all human cities. Whether lurking in collapsed sewer branches, abandoned subway stations, condemned basements or midnight labyrinths of their own construction, they hide – and hunt – in the dark places away from the sight of men and Kindred alike.
In these places, the Baddacelli dwell, shrouded in the darkness that is both their shield and their curse. Denied sight, they develop their remaining senses to preternatural levels and cultivate uncanny, horrifyingly effective abilities to aid in survival.
