❝Children Of The Night, come out to play; for it is night time.❞ They stand dark and tall, with their cigarettes hanging from their lips, their eyes cold, their body wooden. Usually, their back faced you, and if you were lucky enough to see their face, they kept a cold front, steely eyes and thin, harsh lips. Their tough exterior was impossible to crack, and legend had it that they never smiled. It was predicted that they were the most beautiful of people, yet the strangest and most peculiar, too. But no, they're not vampires, nor warlocks - not even werewolves. They are the Children Of The Night, and they are your worst and best nightmare, all at once.

"This time I'll be a man."