Forbidden Psalm: Dread Nights + PDF

The shadow moved once more, and the rainwater on the ground was splashed with crimson. The figure fell to their knees, and then flopped with a splash down onto the ground. The pigeons looked on emotionlessly.   Word on the street is that the turn of the century was going to bring about the end of the world. Not that most had time to dwell on such matters, of course—for the bleakness of the world meant that most simply busied themselves with thoughts of where their next meal was going to come from. Most earn their way in the smog producing industries of the city, factories that spew forth black smoke that chokes the air. But there are other ways to make coin. Hunters, Nightfolk, Silvermen: all names given to those that choose to head out at night, when the ghouls and the beasts come out and hunt. The Nightfolk are the ones that take the fight to the beasts, sometimes successfully, and when they do there is coin to be made in it. Honest work for those with a death wish, a lack of fear, o