Venturing out from the deep, dark shadows of the urban abomination of Chicago is Plasmata. When the sunset casts interminably long swatches of blackness, then succumbs to inevitable night, the undead gain temporary asylum in it's murky environs. Posing as performers, these denizens of dark music entertain unsuspecting audiences who mistakenly believe that they are there to watch. But the question is... who is being watched?