One year ago, the Hell Houndz clawed out of the Veil. The Reaper never forgave them.
Tonight, his Hollowborn came for one. When they turned on a little girl, he stood between them and howled.
For a moment, nothing answered.
Then they did.
From rooftops, cemeteries, and darkened streets, the pack came running.
One lit jack-o'-lantern. One year later. Still not alone.
Happy 1st birthday, Houndz.