It was the darkest and stormiest of dark and stormy nights. Lightning crackled in the firmament, illuminating the crooked face of the lone figure who perched high on a craggy rock. Staring out across the town from his vantage point, his face twisted into an evil grin and an unmelodious laugh was soon echoed by the squawking of crows in the nearby trees. As the laughter stopped, the shadowy figure spread his arms wide and screamed at the night, 'this will be mine!!' His madman's voice was backed by a chorus of raucous thunder as the storm rolled around him.
The humble town of Mercy had no idea what was coming its way....