Nordas was notorious for its gloomy atmosphere, particularly during the later period of the year. Allen Avenue was no exception.

It was a windy day, and on the biggest, most dark house on the street, a faint howling noise could be heard, accompanied with an ominous organ shrieking in the highest room.

On the front porch, a young man in a gothic Victorian suit was sitting in a rocking chair. His skin was dark as pitch, but his long curly black hair had white streaks throughout its mass.