As the moon hovered in the sky, casting a mystic glow over the supernatural city that lay below, a mob had begun to form.
This mob gathered in the middle of the city, where they prepared to march north to where the affluent and rich nobles lived.
This group numbered in the hundreds. They were people who were tired of holding their breath and bowing their heads.
Tonight, they would unleash the anger they had been holding back for so long.
At the head of the group was a woman with three orange-furred tails dancing behind her. She led the march and had become a symbol of hope for these people.
Further away, a group of vampires watched the march with eyes that glowed as red as blood. Most of these people were noble vampires.
The one who stood out the most in the group was a man called Luiz Salvatore.
He was easily the most powerful noble vampire among the group gathered.
"Look at them," he sneered as he stared down at the mob gathering below them.
