An old jewelry shop has been cleared of debris and filth, and the walls bolted with dark wood to keep out the light shed from the shattered sidewalk above. Inside hundreds of candelabras hangs and crowd the busted counters to wield an eerie glow of comfort over the rogue Vampire clan, which dwells here. Velvet and satin curtains of red and purple have been draped elegantly about the crumbling walls, and to tune out the vicious snarls of the Werewolves the Vampires have set an old piano in the corner and a harp next to that. Shallow music is often heard by the passerby up above, and the general populace considered the street which howls of music to be ’haunted.’
