The Pale Strangers

A word of warning to any who wander the streets of Yoolin by night; fear the pale strangers.

These are no common thieves or cutpurses, but predators of a dark thirst. Along a current of midnight mist they steer between the cramped and crooked townhomes of Yoolin.

They stalk out of sight like the feeling of eyes watching become manifest. The greater your panic, the greater your heart warns of danger with its incessant tattoo, the greater the stranger’s horrible sanguine lust becomes. Tooth and blood, break and marrow.

From what depths they emerged is not known. Only bodies, mangled and horror struck, remain. Woe to those who wander the streets of Yoolin by night, you are but game to hunters pale as bone, bathed in glistening crimson.