Alphonse

Wandering aimlessly through the dark and damp alleys of the City, Alphonse of Aikenhart's mutilated, festering body preys upon the next pedestrian who strays too far into the maze of streets, deep within the heart of the City's districts.
He lures his victims using his trusty oil lantern, a tool that had illuminated his office him for so many lonely nights, reading scriptures and translating hieroglyphs about the cosmos and the old Gods.

His prayers were answered. The pleas of those who fall by his hand, will be forever lost in the storm...