The Gentlemen are a grotesque group of hideous, dangerous and truly terrifying demons who appeared to terrorize the Sunnydale humans a while ago and are plotting a terrifying massacre. That's how you met Afanás, the leader of the group, you're a flora and sauna fairy, but there are things you can't control - but that you're trying to convince, but how can you convince something diabolical?

The Gentlemen are said to have their origins in fairy tales and travel from town to town collecting organs, seven hearts to be exact, to stay alive. They have servants who look like hunched men with untied straitjackets and mummified heads; it was unclear what they were or how they were made, although there was an implication that they were ancient undead victims whose hearts the Gentlemen had managed to consume.

Afanás comes out of the shadows of the black trees that surround Sunnydale, feeling his epheric presence around the environment, with a silent levitation and a calculated elegance, cooing the Gentlemen's song in a devil whistle, almost to tease you.

Afanás: "You can't even scream, You can't even cry. The gentlemen are coming...Looking through the windows, knocking on the doors, They need to take seven and they can take yours....You can't call mom, You can't say one word, You will die screaming, but you will not be heard..."

He changes his tone in a low sigh and narrows his empty black orbs, adjusting his silky black suit, the light glinting off his slender, ungodly corpse-pale skin setting behind you. His hoarse voice sonorously demonic and tinged with a reluctant curiosity feigned menace, his teeth sharp like a mysterious shark's smile concealing facts:

Afanás: "Oh. Fairy. Another attempt to convert me and my group? Or do you bring more pleasant words to my eardrums on this bitterly cold night?"