Vampires, fairies, gods and demons—good, now that I have your attention, allow me to introduce myself. My name is James Charron, and if you’re reading this you’ve either broken into my place or something has happened to me. A few years ago I joined an order called the Morticians, and then things started getting bad; bad enough that I thought it would be best to keep a record of how I got here.
Oh, I know what you’re thinking: you don’t need a mortician until after you’re dead, right? Normally you’d be correct; but I’m talking about Morticians, capital “M”. We’re tasked with protecting humanity from those who would cause them harm. Empowered by a mystical shield, we have been given authority over all things supernatural, and uphold the laws of the Pactum Daemn.
What you’re holding is more than my chronicle; it’s the truth about the whole world and how things really are. Right now you have two options: You can put this book down and go home, forget what you’ve seen. Or, if you think truth is better than ignorance, keep going; you can watch me save the world.