prologue
To those who enter these pages:
Before you turn the page, understand this: the police do not run these rain-slicked streets. And the monsters don't either.
There is a shadow that walks between both worlds. A man without a badge, but possessing instincts sharper than any blade. The precinct calls him an advisor. The underworld calls him a threat. He does not play by the rules of the law, nor does he care for justice. He only cares for the hunt.
If you choose to follow these footsteps down Raven Stone Lane, do not look for a hero. There are none here. There is only a low, gravelly voice in the dark, the sudden metallic click of a drawn revolver, and a mind that sees everything you are trying to hide.
Consider yourself warned. Keep your eyes on his companions, question every motive, and watch your own step. The game has already begun, and you are stepping right into his fog.
