When the sun falls beneath the trees and cityscapes, how safe do you feel? Is all there is to fear are malefactors that lurk in the darkest corners of the city, between the buildings? Or maybe the animals in the wild, looking for a meal that you hope you won't become?
Be glad that is all you have to fear! For there have been many a dark night where the very blood and flesh was the desire of an unstoppable curse on humanity. But brave heroes throughout centuries did not falter before the queen of the manananggal, a creature of legend, the Leathern Queen of the Night.
On one of the Islas de San Pedro is where she sleeps, once again defeated by demon slayers, whose songs will go unsung for no one knew their names, and buried in salt and ash and impaled with three stingray lances, in an unknown tomb.
For centuries she has stayed dormant, but her awakening is near.