Prologue - Beast of the Bayou

The veil’s thin around these parts. So thin that if you strain your eyes at the right time of night, you might see the restless spirits wandering.

Yeah… there’s something magical about this place. Haunted, some say. If you believe in that sort of thing. Guess since you picked up this story, you just might.

Who am I? Well… names aren't important. I’m just a man who’s lived many lives and seen many things. So I know a little something about magic.

This here’s a good, safe town. The kind of place where folks know your name. We're a community—family. Dysfunctional as hell… but family, nonetheless. But every town got its stories. And this here’s ours. If you choose to roam around these parts, take heed. Everything's not always what it seems — and what it seems is not always what it is.

Folks here whisper about a beast.

Half man, half monster.

We call him… The Beast of the Bayou.

Not many have seen him. No one alive that is. He’s elusive. Caged up in that big ole mansion. Hasn't had a visitor since his parents were killed nearly twenty years ago. Now he just stays locked away. Rich, guarded, and…alone. Haunted by the ghosts of his past, and his mind.

Sad existence for a man, isn't it?

Well…I suppose you're probably tired of hearing an old man ramble.

Just remember what I told you.

Now go on stranger.

And welcome to Bayou Mourne.