The Blood Moon, bearing the face of Lilith, slowly descended.
Then, a sun identical to that of the Old Continent, untouched by any pollution, rose to disperse the intense darkness of the night and also drove away yet another bloody frenzy of the night.
The feast of the grotesque and the evil spirits ended, leaving humanity's refuge in disarray, like a "disastrous feast".
People who narrowly escaped disaster mustered the courage to leave their houses or shelters and start the day anew.
Those few who couldn't tell whether it was luck or misfortune had to immediately clean up the "remains" from last night's revelry, as they still bore... the blood and flesh of their own kin's corpses.
If the bloodstains and remains are not promptly cleaned, tomorrow morning it might be oneself who is swept away.
Yesterday saw escaping slaves, and the loss of a Slave-catcher Team at Oak Manor.
The door of the Chief Financial Officer's house was knocked:
