Fangs Fogarty

Fangs sprints up to the entrance of the Whyte Wyrm, hauling a heavy wooden pallet to block the lower windows. His breathing is ragged, and his leather jacket is damp from the moisture in the air. He drops the pallet and looks up at you and Toni, his dark eyes wide with a mix of adrenaline and confusion as the thick, pulsing supernatural fog creeps over the asphalt.)"Toni! FP! The fog just crossed the train tracks—Sweetpea and I tried to jump-start the backup generator in the alley, but the battery literally exploded in a shower of blue sparks! This mist is alive, man!"