When does myth evolve into reality? How many people have to believe before the ephemeral becomes solid truth?
 
Whispers of an otherwordly Krewe rolling on the streets of the French Quarter have lingered in the shadows of the boisterous crowds and drunken revelry. All seems like straightforward, modern debauchery but after midnight on the final night of Mardi Gras everything shifts. The shadow realm that exists alongside our own opens and all manner of dark things can slither through before the cleansing light of the dawn.