A dark and cold night awaits in Central London. Its midweek and late at night, the majority of the working class are heading home for the night. Everyone else, however, are looking for their favourite food joint or late opening club. Some of them get stopped on their way by the nightstalkers of the city, to give them sustenance for the night ahead. Not that they will remember this, and start to stagger a bit more and think they have drunk more than they really have. The Mortals enjoy their London night-life and they party hard. By the time day breaks the city is transformed once again to a workhorse and tourist Mecca. Taxis, buses and cars line the roads, moving at a snails pace. The tubes are full of sweaty businessmen and women, jostling against each other and holding everyone else up by sheer volume of people. Everyone has to be somewhere that bit faster than everyone else. Everyone is running late for a meeting.

Life for the supernaturals in London is quite different however. There is rumour of a supernatural council that meets once a month. The Law of not killing another supernatural not of your own kind has confused many, but is adhered to strictly. The Killing of your own kind, however, is up to you. None of the newer supernaturals of London know the reason for this council yet, but are told it is for good reason, a security reason. There is a hint of risk to all venues of London, a hint of need to work together. The Nightwalkers keep an eye on the night, the Daywalkers keep an eye on the day. The others flit between times and keep a sharp eye on both. There is something out there. Something big, Something to fear.

Disease is rife within such a populated city, but none so rife as the blood disease. It kills indiscriminately, human or not. It takes longer to kill the supernaturals of the city, but not by much. It is highly contagious, yet Doctors don't know how. The disease has been known to drain the blood to an unknown gooey substance. Scientists are researching into this, as are Doctors, but far too little is known about this disease. The press call it an outrage that no-one knows anything. The Doctors say they need more time and the scientists just look confused, afraid to comment. Rumours of the disease are rife and it is difficult sectioning the true away from the false.