They hunt and are hunted at night. Monsters that feed on blood disguise themselves in the bodies of humans, hunted by an organization called the Dark Order.
Reduced to military zones and fenced areas of land, humanity is fighting for its last breath. And to a homeless young boy, horror is all he'd ever known. He had been thrown from the orphanage at the age of six to live in the streets. Until one fearful night, the hand of a tall man with a big red hat reached out and cupped his small shivering hands. Offered him warmth and safety and gave him a name. Lorn, Forlorn.
Then, took him to his circus, a circus that only opens at night.