Fiend Vinyl

Fiend keeps its head down and its footsteps quick — Ghoul scores an old factory groaning with steam, a shady deal glimpsed between the machines, two silhouettes you'd know anywhere. Dark, cinematic, and somewhere it shouldn't be.

It slides down the rabbit hole into ooze and shade, all menace and mist and I-don't-care cool. Music for lurking, for watching from a doorway, for minding your business badly. The Fiend's in here somewhere. So are you.