Face it, any big city after dark has its own dark magic. Whenever you`re out way after hours, you can`t help but notice at least the little details. What are those weird sillhouetes behind curtained windows? Does that figure under the flickering street light really has wings or horns? What makes that unearthly noise in the back alley, both dreadful and beaconing? How come your own shadow has just changed shape for a moment? Is it just your imagination playing tricks?
Or... not?

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