Undead Under Night Rain -

"You're late," the creature rasped. Its voice sounded like grinding gravel.

The cold neon hum of the city is always loudest when the sky opens up. In "Undead Under Night Rain," the rain isn't just water; it’s a heavy, oily curtain that blurs the line between the living and the hollow. The Streets of Glass Undead Under Night Rain

Elias leaned against a rusted vending machine, his breath hitching in the damp air. He wasn't supposed to be out during the "Downpour," the specific window where the city's dead—the Undead—found their strength. Most people stayed behind reinforced steel doors, but Elias had a debt to pay. "You're late," the creature rasped