Undead Under Night Rain -

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

The rain hit the pavement with a rhythmic thud-thud-thud , sounding more like footsteps than weather. Across the street, a figure detached itself from the shadows. It moved with a jerky, unnatural grace, its skin the color of wet slate. This was a "Soggy," an Undead that had spent too long marinating in the city’s supernatural runoff. The Encounter

Elias pulled a small, glowing vial from his coat—the Essence. "The rain was heavier than expected. The patrols are everywhere."

As he handed over the vial, a flash of lightning illuminated the alley. For a split second, Elias didn't see a monster; he saw the man the Soggy used to be—a tailor from the lower districts. The Undead snatched the vial, its eyes flickering with a dying embers' glow. The Price of Survival