Crashing on a friend's couch while visiting from out of town - A restless night devolves into chaos - The darkness has fallen.

Run. Fight. Divide and survive - The streets are a boiling cauldron. Leap from the maelstrom into the darkness.

As night falls, the darkness closes in from every direction. While the fire keeps the shadows at bay, like moths to a lamp, it draws fiends out of the abyss.

The trail of bread crumbs stops here. What will be at the end of it?