The city is a dangerous place.
Lurking and crawling beneath the scope of most people’s eyes, an entire world of dangers exist. Perils so dark, so threatening to body, mind, and soul – so impossible to defend against that humanity as a whole cannot acknowledge their presence.
The truth is simple, however – monsters exist.
Some are human, some once were, and some only wear human skins to pass among us.
Many faces, many horrors, all crawling along the cracked streets.
The truth is out there, living in the dark corners of these wet streets and for a few it crawls into them like a worm boring into the flesh of an apple. Shattered memories are slowly taped together. Scars on skin tell an inescapable tale. For every voice that tells you to deny what you see, what you recall, what you feel, there exists a bigger, meaner voice that gives it to you straight: YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
You sleep next to beasts.
You feel their hands at our throats, their fingers in our mouths, their breath in our ear.
Monsters are real.
Your characters know this to be true.
Six months ago you all met under unusual circumstances. You had your first encounter with the Outer Black and barely survived. Although everyone lived, no one emerged unscathed. You parted ways and agreed to never speak of That Night again.
Called together through a common Invitation, the suppressed terror of what you have already seen is reflected in each other’s eyes. What else do you find there? Curiosity? Hatred? Or just the simple desire to rise up and fight back this time?