[i]November 6th, 1902,
Saint-Vincent Asylum, New York City.[/i]

The night was chilly as, one by one, a small group of young people made their way inside a large and dark asylum into the night. Hours passed between each arrivals, yet the inhabitants of the makeshift Institution of 'finer' learning were restless, as they often were in that particular month. You see, that month had always a strange tendency of bringing about new faces to Saint-Vincent Asylum. That is may be the encroaching cold or the depressing death of nature, this time of the year provoked shortness of tempers and a propensity for violent crime, to which this establishment flourished upon.

Tonight was particularly so on that front, and no less than four new recruits had arrived, all shivering and with a hunger for blood and death in their young eyes. The Hall of the Asylum was lit with darkly glowing gas lamps, and the whole room smelled of soap and wax that did not manage to hide the stench of blood and death that permeated the whole manor house. A particular door leading to the basement was even tinted with red, and faint screams could still be heard from the depths beyond it.

What attracted the most stares, however, was the tall and stately man in elegant finery that stood leaning against the imposing wooden balustrade belonging to even more impressive stairs leading up into the darkness. That man was called Lucius Mortensen, and was the proprietor, director and headmaster of Saint-Vincent Academy and Asylum. 

Despite his reputable appearance, this man was a dangerous one, capable of the most inhuman acts and responsible for countless sordid crimes since he was old enough to walk. This man, in fact, was not one at all, but was in fact the son of the Devil himself, and he was sent long ago to the mortal realm to spread death and damnation upon the world.

Saint-Vincent was merely the latest of these attempts of making the world a darker place...