"It's the dead of night, and the gentle pitter patter of the rain splashes the window pane, the dying throes of the earlier downpoor. A knock on the front door is heard, and an intimidating, unfamiliar, but otherwise honest-looking fellow enters from without. He is, of course, the Detective. It was said that the Wild Hunt was an omen of Death, that all who loked upon it's grandiose visage were soon to join them in the afterlife. In much the same way, one could say the arrival of the Detective is a harbinger for an eventful, bloody, and terribly long, night..."