Welcome to New York, 1895.
The city of glory, New York. Maybe you just stopped by the shop, admiring the work in the window. Everything seems pretty fine- New people to meet, buy some new stuff and maybe get a friend. Or two.
Daylight. Nice people. What could be possible better?
Something is happening. Day turns into night.
Someone is screaming by your side. A shadow moves on the brick walls.
Who is there?
You've just enterd a war, Where control does'nt mean a thing. You got to fight for your life. It's to be eaten or eat.
Welcome to New York.
The city of horror.