Manchester, England
February 2017
As the witching hour approaches, a sliver of dull moonlight shines through a gap in the eternally grey clouds which seem to hang over the old Corn Exchange area, softly illuminating two figures huddled on the corner of Tib Street. One figure exudes stillness as he gently turns the pages of an old book in his hands with minimalistic motions, the other shuffles restlessly, impatiently, fiddling with the drawstring on his hoodie. The book snaps shut. The figure in the hoodie jumps and lets out a yelp, quickly bitten off. Money exchanges hands. Hoodie runs off. As the moon retreats behind its cover, a slow smile spreads across the face of the still, silent man.
The supernatural community is in uproar, something of great power has been stolen and factions eye each other suspiciously. The balance of Manchester is shifting but no one knows who will emerge victorious from the chaos. You all have a vested interest in the outcome of the struggle. It’s time to call in your chips and throw yourselves into the fight.