Rupert Shaw. The name may strike you as remarkable, or not. It might conjure expectations of the person who answers to it, in which case you’ll no doubt be surprised.
Or, perhaps you’ve heard of him.
If you have, you are most likely a vampire. Humans who know the name have limited lifespans or are in his employ (in which case you have not heard of Rupert Shaw, the vampire who rules over San Francisco – not if you want to keep your potential lifespan intact).
But if you’ve heard of Nocturnal Embers, you certainly know him. It’s even possible that you’ve seen him on the occasions you visited the establishment. Of course, you’d also know that discussing what goes on at Nocturnal Embers beyond its walls is a quick invitation to possessing gaps in your memory – if you’re one of the lucky ones.
What it is can’t fully be captured in words, anyway. It needs to be experienced.
So if you’re ever in San Francisco, in the neighborhood of the Transamerica Pyramid, keep your eyes open. Down one of the narrow streets, among the shops and nightclubs, its entrance unassuming, is Nocturnal Embers.
And on the other side of the door?
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What were we talking about?
