Now she finds herself down the rabbit hole of night creatures with a vampire at her side and a Soul Box in her hand. She must use her wits to stay alive, and among the living.
Misty works nights at a diner, and one night blends into another like the thick tar they serve as coffee. One night things change when rumors of the undead rise from the newspaper ink. She dismisses it as fantasy until one of the regulars tells her otherwise. They find out together that some things in the paper really are true.