In a world hidden by the faithless resides the darkness of society...
In a world hidden by the faithless resides the darkness of society...
... its ills, its suffering, its pestilence, its hypocrisy, its mortality. What can become of life when control is sieved through fingers like grains of sand? What motivation is left when even hope cannot stand against the test of time and crumbles like all other eventuality? Death comes to everything, its hunger is insatiable.
But what happens when the hunger in death rivals the hunger of death. Pried from rest, the insomniacs of the dead hunger: hunger for life, hunger for desire, hunger for experience, hunger for blood. Can a hunger so great as to conquer death be reasoned with? When a mind is so consumed, is there room left to feel? In a world hidden by the faithless resides those who suffer from this dark hunger. We struggle to know what we feel. They struggle to know if they feel.
Welcome to Portage, Indiana's Vampire: The Masquerade ...
