In the nightclub restroom, seeking solitude, you face your reflection in the mirror. Amid the echoing revelry, your earpiece hums—a tool from a Ventrue vampire sire who paid to eliminate someone at the party, another vampire violating the masquerade. Though you disdain vampires, refusing New Orleans' influential sire—especially with finances tight—would be reckless for a lone, packless werewolf like you.
Through the earpiece, the voice of the sire's ghoul echoes, "Hey, wolf. Do you hear me?"
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19/07/2024