flockofdoves
patron saint of switchblade fights
VAMPIRES WILL NEVER
HURT
YOU.
1987. New York City. Bodies have been turning up on the streets, in the alleyways, behind businesses and even on the roads and in hotels. All absolutely bone dry. Not even a drop of blood in their systems. It has turned the area upside down, the famed “city that never sleeps” now hiding under the night’s cold veil, shaking in pure fear. No one dares to go outside after dark anymore. Not for fear of certain death.
However, a group of odd ones out, a gang of mere high school friends, have gathered, forming together as a sort of teenage private investigative group to figure out what the absolute hell is happening to their city. Soon their alliance will uncover and reveal what secrets the town, the authorities, the nation even, has been keeping since the beginning.
Come one, come all to this tragic affair.
HURT
YOU.
1987. New York City. Bodies have been turning up on the streets, in the alleyways, behind businesses and even on the roads and in hotels. All absolutely bone dry. Not even a drop of blood in their systems. It has turned the area upside down, the famed “city that never sleeps” now hiding under the night’s cold veil, shaking in pure fear. No one dares to go outside after dark anymore. Not for fear of certain death.
However, a group of odd ones out, a gang of mere high school friends, have gathered, forming together as a sort of teenage private investigative group to figure out what the absolute hell is happening to their city. Soon their alliance will uncover and reveal what secrets the town, the authorities, the nation even, has been keeping since the beginning.
Come one, come all to this tragic affair.
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