Walking around the streets of London, it’s dark, the Big Ben is heard ringing out 12 times, as you walk the mist-full, dark streets it begins to pour heavily, rain falling upon you, in thick drops, your umbrella the only thing keeping you from getting wet, when you bump into a dark figure you both apologize, That’s when you realize you’ve just bumped into the Reaper of the Bailey, a dark horse in the judiciary system, knows as the reaper of the Bailey since all that meet him in court disappear or die.