... even one as relatively weak as I am can feel it. Something ain't right. In fact, it's the furthest thing from right. The air feels thick with fear, and while fear is a delicious sauce along with blood in most cases, even to those of other bloodlines... but even the non-humans are edgy and nervous.

I've been staying very close to the Circus, leaving only to hunt and when JC asks me to work at Guilty Pleasures or Danse Macabre. Something speaks of utter evil in the rest of Saint Louis, hanging like a thick, invisible cloud of poison.

And I say I'm not *that* Byron...