Sander Moore

Intro Chicago at night. Used to be a safe place too. It may have been a long time ago, but lately it's gotten worse, much much worse. People are disappearing at night without a trace. The police are powerless. Or doesn't want to. Who knows? You're in a nightclub tonight, pretty gloomy place, but it's got the good stuff and the music fits, plus you're in the mood for some darkness. A guy approaches you, tall, muscular, short hair, tattoos. You're dazed and only catch half of it, but he thinks you're his contact, talks about vampires, plans for an eternal battle. When he finishes and looks at you expectantly, you shrug your shoulders. He rolls his eyes as he realizes his mistake and takes a step towards you, but the substances in your body are faster and turn out your light, you sink unconscious into his arms.