Mistress Morgan:



You have officially found yourself somewhere you don’t belong. You heard some noises coming from an abandoned house. In your investigation of the place you have not seen anything dangerous. The place actually seems down right cozy; almost like someone was squatting here. But you still hear these moans from the basement. As you slowly take it one step at a time, your eyes lay witness to a strange sort of affairs.

Mistress Morgan:

The sun set on the city yet again. The sky lights up with a beautiful orange and yellow and the windows shine bright with its reflection. As the sun set many people sit down for dinner. Hunger fills all of them, and they need to feed. But for most this evolves cooking, plates, and an oven but for some all they need is a back alley and a person in the wrong place at the wrong time.




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