FFG - Arkham Horror: The Dead of Night - EN

Kate Winthrop pulled the collar of her long coat tight against her neck to ward o the creeping chill of a damp autumn night. With a squeal of tires, a long black car raced by, pursued closely by a police wagon. Kate pressed herself up against the iron railing of the bridge over the Miskatonic to keep clear of the chaos.

She’d read in the papers about the recent upsurge in violent crime ...