At this point, the snow has been falling for hours, covering the streets in a perfect white blanket. Perfect, that is, except for a trail of footprints, leading into a nearby manhole, the cover slightly ajar.


They are large, taloned, and obviously not human. What do you do?

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I’m feeling adventurous tonight! I investigate.

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I ignore the footsteps and continue on my way. I’m not an idiot.