There are a great many mysteries in this world, and a great many more that stalk the surface, mingling with humanity. One of these wandering mysteries is the man of many names, the one who travels the world on foot, with a black trench coat and a crimson red hand. This man traverses the land, walking down highways, byways, sidestreets, alleyways, dirt paths, and paths that are so dead and choked that they can hardly be called paths any more. His trail is marked by a constant companion, a boiling, brewing storm that hangs overhead, lightning flashing and leaping in the clouds.