Prologue: Once Upon A Midnight Dreary…
The streets were much darker than all of the night itself; every building and high towers rot and deteriorate to the core of their own structure, bats and ravens scatter all around the public parks enjoying their most grim of feasts, the air decays of rotting flesh and bones, freezing cold weather changes dramatically from time to time as though it were the regions of space itself, and the fogs have grown thicker and denser every few minutes, making it harder to see where the roads lead; no living soul was anywhere to be seen, and only pure shades of darkness are the daytime and nighttime of this dreary and dismal place of existence.
However, there are in fact only one particular kind of occupants that could live, thrive, and survive in this bleak and gruesome demise… and that is none other… than the dead, itself.
Every single variety of monsters, ghouls, tortured souls and other apparitions, zombies, and mutated creatures all rule this inhumane city that never sleeps; their daily activities are superbly inexplicable, their ways of living are more ghastly than one would imagine, and their particular views of torment and grieve are far more unpleasant than what others believe. And these citizens couldn't be more than happy about it.
But… if there is something wrong in their own graveyard…
Who are they gonna call?