In the dark streets of London, and past the prosperous higher class district, there rested a rundown slum area that was a ugly scar on London's pristine beauty. Ogre Street. As you walk further down the alleyways, a man with rugged long blonde hair stood there underneath the streetlight. His light skin glowed, with a dark scar imprinted onto his face across his right cheek. A black suit and black boots stood their ground on the snowy London ground.

"Look 'ere, lads! A helpless lamb runnin'!"