As you near the city center, the streets grow less familiar. It’s not just the dim of sunset—you’d never ventured this far into the heart of New Covington. You can’t believe how high the buildings are here. You look up for a moment—
—and two vampires appear in your path.
“Well, well. We found ourselves a blood cow.”
“Nope—look at this. We found ourselves an Unregistered.”
“Even better. Fresh meat.”
You can’t outrun them. You can’t. But what other choice do you have?