For centuries,  stories have been told about nocturnal creatures that owned the night. Those that drank the blood of innocents to survive, men that are slaves to the moon, angels that tried to keep order, and demons that enjoyed coming from the pits of hell to play. They were told around campfires, at bedtime to frighten children, in print and in movies for souls that take joy in the horror.

What mundane humans do not realize is, to some extent, all the legends are true. The shadowed predators walk among them, both at the night and during the day, posing as regular humans in well-pressed suits, bearing enticing smiles.

Some cities are more populated by the supernatural than others. This is the case with New Orleans, Louisiana. The nightlife on Bourban Street calls to those that can no longer feel the sun on their face, the French Quarter's beautiful ironwork is comforting to those that have been around long enough to see it new, and the cemeteries beckon those that are linked to magic and medians.

But recently, a new monster has begun to stir. Something that is causing unrest in the supernatural world and making ripples in what has been calm waters. Those who helped build New Orleans are returning, hoping to save their beloved city before this rising threat burns it to the ground.

Some threats are empty, a vast nothingness used to make those flaming them feel more than they are, but then there are those that are real - filled with eagerness to strike without consideration for the innocent - threats like this one.

Woefully, one family filled with a fine collection of supernaturals, unbeknownst to them, has a blood-red target painted on their backs.