The year is 1885.
El Paso sits at the edge of everything - a raw, sunbaked town straddling the Rio Grande where the United States ends and Mexico begins. New railroads have just arrived, and with them comes money, ambition, and violence in equal measure. The streets are packed with cowboys and criminals, merchants and migrants, lawmen whose jurisdiction ends at the city limits and outlaws who know it. Everyone out here is running toward or away from something, and most can't tell the difference anymore.
After dark, the gas lamps do little against the vast desert night. The Rio Grande whispers past its banks. Somewhere beyond the edge of town, the Chihuahuan Desert stretches on without mercy, and the mountains loom black against a sky full of stars. It is beautiful and it is merciless.
Beneath the surface of mortal El Paso, older and stranger forces move. Vampires have quietly followed civilization westward, embedding themselves in the new money and old power of the frontier. Werewolves claim the wild places - the desert, the river, the mountain passes - and do not share them willingly. Mages bend the world to their will in back rooms and hidden sanctuaries, chasing secrets that the West has buried under centuries of dust.
Be witness to a world where the law is fragile, the night is dark, and nothing that comes out of the shadows is ever as it appears.