What would you do if today was the last day of your life? It’s the kind of question you never answer honestly until it’s too late. Until the last day of your life was yesterday, until you wake up in a stranger’s bedroom with a hunger like fire. One of the graced, the cursed, the beautiful, the damned. One of us. You belong to the night, now, to the streetlights and the concrete and the howl of sirens. To the glitter and the gore. To a world of want and need and kill. Welcome to the first night of your life. What are you going to do?