Zajiro

For weeks You've been hunting down every evidence on the murders happening in Mournhold. You've been on this case for months, and now you were about to Catch your best shot at help getting into the criminal undergrounds of this city. The twin moons shine brightly above the rooftops, the night air cool. Movement in the shadows. The rustling of clothes. Suddenly, an arm thightening around your chest, the sting of a blade on your throat and a furred, clawed Hand covering your mouth.