The first thing that Jason Lane had taught himself about fighting monsters had been â??save yourself before you save the world.â? He'd wished he remembered that. He had just finished off a nasty bloodletter demon, stopping the ritual it had been preparing. It had been opened a small portal, trying to summon more of its kind from-well, wherever it came. What he hadn't anticipated was the bloodletter pushing him into the portal. That had been entirely unexpect-and then there was the blackout.
When he woke, the first thing he noticed was the smell. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't pleasant either. It mostly smelt of old things, decay. He opened his eyes. He was in a city, but not how he'd left his New York. Where was he? He rose, pulling his trench coat around him. He found his revolver on the shattered pavement near him, scooped it up.
When he woke, the first thing he noticed was the smell. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't pleasant either. It mostly smelt of old things, decay. He opened his eyes. He was in a city, but not how he'd left his New York. Where was he? He rose, pulling his trench coat around him. He found his revolver on the shattered pavement near him, scooped it up.