London, Victorian Era

You select London, Victorian Era. And then the screen dials up the character creator, you pick out a rough looking highland hunter. The options seem limitless, as you go through editing your character's features. Additionally they give you a variety of class options to choose from. Such as melee fighter, hunter, gunslinger, occultist, etc... Equipment is also quite extensive as well, as a stalker of supernatural entities from Vampires, Werewolves, Ghouls, Ghosts, Djinn, Mummies, Fae. At last you have your character finished... Jack (Gillie) McGowan two fisted highland hunter.

Clicking the 'finished' button everything suddenly goes dark, as the game world slowly forms. A voice speaks a name 'Lady Agatha Dunbar De Montfort' as you suddenly look down over your dark dress. "Wait what? No No No that's not what I picked!" You shout angrily, as suddenly the fog shrouded street forms around you. You can smell the stench of coal smoke and manure in the damp night air, slowly you look around at the flickering gas street lamps.

"Watch out Agatha... he's coming you way." A frantic voice shouts from somewhere in the fog, you glance around towards where the sound came from. As something huge and dark looms up in the swirling fog, eyes glittering like yellow flames as the light of the lamps is reflected from them. A deep growl rumbles out of the fog, as those eyes charge straight towards you. Lifting the short heavy volley gun, you squeeze the trigger, 'BOOM' the night is filled by the roar of black powder as the gun bucks hard against your shoulder. The huge black beast flinches as it hurled out of the fog, stumbling the huge furry monster tumbles rolling into you. Its heavy weight crushing you to the filthy cobble stones, the smell of bestial musk and blood thick in the air.

"Oho God! Oh god help!" You scream out in a shocking high pitched voice, as the huge beasts lays quivering on top of you. Suddenly aware of the scalding hot droplets hitting your face, the beasts blood falling into your mouth as you scream out frantically. The creature on top of you shifting... changing as it dies slowly turning back into a man. As you struggle to squirm out from under it, suddenly Jack is there lifting the body off of you.

"Bloody hell Agatha... Are you alright? Did it injure you?" There is real concern on Jack McGowan's handsome face, as he helps you up onto your feet. The handsome Hunter checking your lush female body for wounds, and finding none pulls you in close. Planting a powerful kiss on your soft lips, that leave you half disgusted and half enraptured. "I was so afraid the beast had killed you."

"Errr... no no its alright... I am alright." You stammered looking into Jack's bright blue eyes, as he flashes you that roguish grin he is known for.

"The volley gun worked wonderfully... those silver shot really torn the beast to shreds." Jack chuckles, looking down at the naked body laying on the cobble stones. "My god the lime-house Werewolf was Doctor Belmont! I never would have thought... a well respected gentleman like him."