In all stories, even the most fantastical or absurd, there exists a grain of truth. Some such tales are those of fancy, born from minds of great creativity and intrigue. Others, come from places of superstition, an attempt to rationalize terrors both internal and external. Regardless of origin, though, all share a grain of truth in their origin.

When humanity began its steps into a truly modern age, fables and fairytales were left behind, left to fade away. With them, went all whom the tales were built around as well, leaving only a brave new world with humans. The age of magic had come to an end.

Until now, that is.

The Old Powers have begun to return, finding a world where faith has waned, and where science reigns supreme. They found a world ripe with prey, prey with whom to play their games.

It's too bad none of the Old Powers realized that in the modern day, reality is far stranger than fiction. Their return is not met with fear and dismay, but rather overwhelming apathy.