Hunter: New England

They are everywhere, the creatures of the night… and much of the world doesn’t know about them or refuses to acknowledge their presence. 

They are the attractive bartender with whom you think you have a chance, the off-putting cab driver in whose taxi you had a momentary fugue, the stoic executive board member whose assets span continents and centuries. They are the charismatic radical organizing a protest at the police station, the regional legend that absconds with children under cover of darkness, the gambler who never loses a hand. They are the baleful sorcerer who makes an expectant mother miscarry, the spook in the window, the impetus behind the haunted-house rumors at the edge of town, the disembodied footsteps in the attic floor after midnight. They are the horned thing moving in the shadows of the trees, blurred at the edges of vision like a half-remembered dream. 

They prey upon those who are most vulnerable to them: the innocent, the uncorrupted, the human and the humane. 

It is time to balance the scales. The time of judgment is at hand. The era of dwelling in the shadow of monsters and serving or sating their pernicious hungers is coming to an end. The time has come for a Reckoning.