The night was coming to a close, the sun teasing the horizon. Much like vampires sunlight is detrimental to a tunnel rats health. It was no longer safe for us to roam the streets, our playtime atop the structures of Paris over. We retreated back to the underground, our safe haven to wait out the day where light cannot find us.

However unlike our pointy toothed counterparts our slumber does not take place in the dusty coffins of abandoned buildings, that may be how the game was played in the 14th century, but now the rules have changed. As such we needed something with a little bit more, protection.