It's late one night in New Orleans during Mardi gras, and the streets are eerily empty as you head to your hotel. Something sweeps up behind you. A silky voice whispers something sweet in you ear, leaving you feeling enchanted. Suddenly, a howl cuts through the air. Something hisses behind you, scurrying away and, a moment later, something charges out of the swamp and into view. A large, six and a half foot tall, black furred, wolfman stands before you, huffing Damn vampires... did it bite you
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