The dead stalk the streets of New Orleans, and they're out for blood. The vampires came with their fangs bared and claws sharpened, and their brutal attacks saw the death of many witches, including one close personal friend. Despite facing insane odds, we beat them back and forced them to retreat into the shadows, but that probably wasn't the best thing, because now they and sit in wait, slowly gathering their strength. It falls then to me and my small, rag-tag group of witches, vampires, demons, and even imps, to hunt down and kill the bloodsuckers that make mistakes, but it's like playing a game of whack-a-mole; kill one vampire, and another pops up somewhere else. The vampires are faster than us, better at hiding, and they've developed a way to avoid even magical detection. We can't keep the pace up, but our options are limited; that is until we make a discovery that presents us - me - with an option that'll change my life forever, and may just change the course of this war. We're in the twilight hours, the vampires are closing in for the kill, New Orleans hangs in the balance, and I may be the only person who can stop them from tearing us all open with their fangs. This is it.