London at Midnight I was mortal once, and lived in San Francisco in the halcyon days during the Gold Rush. The words of Hinton Helper perfectly sum up the atmosphere of the City during that glorious time. "I have seen purer liquors, finer tobacco, truer guns and pistols, larger dirks and bowie knifes, and prettier courtesans, here in San Francisco, than in any other place I have ever visited; and it is my unbiased opinion that California can and does furnish the best bad things that are available in America." For a time I had a clan of my own and for a while we ruled the shadows until the earth shook on April 18, 1906. My clan had been decimated in the weeks after the earthquake, our lair in Chinatown left abandoned and destroyed. Heartbroken and abandoned by the one who made me, I lost interest in the mortal world and did not rise from my crypt until the dawning of the 21st century. Now, newly awakened nothing of my beloved San Francisco remains with the exception of a few buildings that survived the Great 1906 Quake and Fire. I am alone, without a clan and knowing that being rouge is the ultimate sin I seek out my maker to ask but one question of him – why did you not come to me when I needed you the most… ~The Faces of Midnight~