In the year 1722, in France, there was a tall man dressed in a cape, hiding his image, walking through the empty streets, the night was dark and cold, the waning moon shone in its cloudy, the man in the black cape seemed to be calm in the face. walk, this man was nthing more, nothing less than Fallacy, or better known as an impaler. He was walking through the deserted and silent streets, appearing to be bored, his heavy, purposeful steps could be heard along the street.