New York City, 1945. The streets buzz with life. But beneath the surface, something lurks. Monsters and ghosts share this world. Yet, no one knows they exist.
People walk through shadowy alleys. They laugh, they shout. They feel safe. But the air feels heavy, thick with secrets. At night, the city changes. The shadows stretch longer. A chilling fog rolls in.
Strange sounds echo from dark corners. Whispers linger in the air, almost like a warning. The bravest dare to explore. They feel eyes watching them. Cold breath on their necks.
As they dig deeper, they uncover the truth. The monsters aren’t just stories. They’re real. They’ve always been there, hidden in plain sight. The ghosts? They’re the echoes of those who vanished.
People start disappearing. Friends turn on each other. Trust erodes like old stone. Fear grips the city. Will anyone believe the truth before it’s too late?
Eerie silence falls. The city doesn't sleep. It waits. The monsters are hungry. And the ghosts? They want to be remembered. In this world, nothing is as it seems.
Retry of a rp I tried 4 years ago
