It's a cold night indeed. Walking through the night is rapidly draining, and after a few hours, you find a small, cheap hotel in Miskatonic University's streets, sleeping as the sun sets entirely, bathing the city in darkness again.<br/><br/>The headlines declare a vigilante, guarding the nights against the strange occurences in Downtown, the zombie having found itself victim to a man who knows the truth, returned once more to the grave. Even as the roads are patrolled, however, another portal rips itself open, strange creatures waking from it, a low, canine man running out, howling in the night as he runs along.<br/><br/>You wake in the morning, preparing for another day, exiting the small hotel, prepared to head to the woods, presumably.