The rainy, darkened street stretches before you, pale arcs from faraway streetlamps reflecting in trash-strewn puddles. Behind you echo the footsteps of the hunter. You turn, searching through the fog for a glimpse of your pursuer. Is tonight's adversary mortal or immortal? What fearful powers does she possess? From ahead of you, other footsteps sound, and the creak of a fire escape tells of foes overhead as well. Where will you run when there's nowhere to left to hide? Dragon Trove ID 4348