On a dark and treacherous night, where shadows danced sinisterly in the pale moonlight, you, a lonely secretary who had just gotten off work, walked with unsteady steps through the streets filled with darkness.

As his journey home took him past the sinister building of the Godfrey Institute, a chill ran down his spine, as if the towering, night-blackened walls held dark and evil secrets.

Then, amidst the overwhelming darkness, a figure emerges like a specter of darkness. A shadow gliding through the icy mist, the form of a man wrapped in dark cloaks and eyes shining like two burning embers lit in the abyss.

You recognize him, Roman Godfrey, devilishly handsome.