TAKE BACK THE NIGHT.<br/><br/>THEY DO NOT LIVE.<br/><br/>BREAK THE SHADOWS.<br/><br/>He'd seen them when his Gift first manifested years ago. A snowy night on the way home from law school like any other, until the vampire attacked. Time seemed to slow down when the creature struck from the darkness of an alley, the thin veil between reality and myth shattered. Until then, he had no idea that abominations stalked the night, feeding upon the innocent. Well, besides the politicos and aristocrats, anyway. He survived. The vamp didn't.<br/><br/>TAKE BACK THE NIGHT.<br/><br/>Words to live by. Even today, he kept to the vigil, working by day as a lawyer to bring justice in the courtroom and by night to bring it to the streets. The first beams of the dawn's early light crept tentatively into his spartan office, painting the room a rich gold. Saul Harrington took a sip of coffee as he read the morning paper. Coronation today. He snorted in derision. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. So regal. Such opulence. Wow. Another ineffectual kakistocrat sitting on a hollow throne while criminals and unliving horrors terrorized the populace.<br/><br/>He heard a knock.<br/><br/>Curious. His work hours weren't even set to begin yet. He rose and straightened his suit. It was one he was especially proud of--custom-made by a bespoke tailor in Kowloon. One of the few luxuries he afforded himself in life. He reached for the knob.<br/><br/>'I'm sorry, but I'm currently unavai--'<br/><br/>'Oh no, I don't think you<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>,' rasped a man in a well-tailored black suit. 'I'm sure you could make a special case for my client.'<br/><br/>IT DOES NOT LIVE.<br/>IT DOES NOT LIVE.<br/>IT DOES NOT LIVE.<br/><br/>'The Orlock Cartel sends its regards.' And suddenly, Saul's attention shifted from the man's suit to the rather menacing ice pick being driven towards his jugular.<br/><br/>Tuesdays. Who<span style="font-style: italic">doesn't</span>hate them?