Dear Diary,
It's the year 3001. World population: 1,000476. Loss - approximately 677,423,522,400
Vampiric Population: 10,000,458
Ghost Population: 500,275,321,000
Werewolf Population: 8,943,864
Unclassified Population: 30,324,546
Welcome to New York City 990 years into the future. Population: 432.
My name is Olivia Bone, sister of Freya Bone and leader of the Order of Orion. Even now, as I sit for a moment to record this tale, my life is in danger. I can't remember a time when I didn't sleep with a gun in my hands and a padlock on my door. I'm a Class A vampire hunter; the best they've ever seen. And by "they" I mean the Huntsman who make up the Order. Once, back when the Huntsman's base was located underground below Windsor Castle in England, the Order was led by Henry Bone, my grandfather; but that was before the prisoners escaped from Peterborough Keep and the war between the humans and the Creatures began.
Now all that's left of the Order is a bunch of kids running around with AK-47s and grenade belts. We are the fortunate survivors of World War 3 and the children of the Huntsman: ghost, werewolf, spirit and vampire hunters shouldered with the responsibility of protecting the humans left over from the war. Every death that occurs is because we failed to provide sufficient security. Women, children, men... everyone looks to us for safety.
Our main base is here: an abandoned warehouse at the heart of the Big Apple. New York has changed over the years. To someone from your time, the city would be utterly unrecognizable. There is an estimated number of 10,000 Creatures in New York. But 10,000 is nothing compared to what's out there.
If you wish to read on, remember: There are more of them than there are of us.
