As night falls, Scorpio, your natural affinity for the dark and mysterious strengthens. This is the darkness that hungers, that lurks in the shadowy fringes of the world, teetering on the edge of the grave. You thus find yourself in a chilling alliance with the undead, your flesh a mere layer cloaking the cold skeleton beneath. Solitary, yet surrounded by a horde of your fellow night walkers, you share in your collective unity of purpose: to withstand, to survive.

Take note: the stars are not in your favor tonight. The moon bathes the world in a sickly blue pallor, eerily reminiscent of decaying flesh. An impending predicament looms close, echoing the guttural, low growl of a hungry ghoul. Don’t lead with bravery today, Scorpio, for fear is your greatest ally. In the realm of the undead, it is the skeptical and the cautious who live to see another sunrise. Seek out the solitary and the silent, for in the quietest corners hide the true horrors that await.