1992 It was the night of a full moon, and there were howls, and screams of agony coming from the tower of the manor. A young father sat in the study, a steaming cup of tea in his hands, as he stared at the door of the study with a frazzled look upon his face. He was questioning himself about the trip he and his wife were going to be taking. He wondered what he was going to do with his son. Who was going to look after him. The man leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his face before looking up when he heard the study door creak open slowly. "Son? Is that you?"