In the year 1867, things are beginning to go awry. An artist with no recollection of his name and a tortured past lives in solitude on the top of a hill, away from the town and the people within it. His childhood life and the events that followed have left him scarred and unreachable to anyone but his only friend, Jack Pettington. Jack is the one person who's been able to keep him stable for nearly a decade, but things are about to change for the both of them. A woman named Rosaline befriends them purely by coincidence, and finds that she's found the friends she's been looking for her entire life. She ran away from home years before, and she's not about to run away again, so when things start going wrong, she's determined to face whatever stands before her. There is only one problem that gets in the way of happiness. The artist has a secret that he swore he would never tell anyone. There's something wrong with his mind, and it's getting worse. He doesn't sleep, he can't eat, and staying calm was never an option for him in the first place. He's plagued with paranoia and nightmares he can never quite escape. It's too much for him, seeing people dying every night in his sleep. He fears that he will lose what remains of his sanity if the dreams don't stop. His head is filled with hysteria and a sinister voice that is never quiet. What he fears the most though is that the hysteria is bleeding into reality. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, but he doubts that he can stop it from happening. Maybe it would have been better if he had just stayed by himself throughout the years. Maybe then, nobody would have gotten hurt. Maybe, his dreams are not just an illusion after all... In the darkness there lies a killer. A killer with no remorse or shred of sanity left in him. The blood, the running, the fear, it's all just a game to him; that is until it's not. This killer has one goal, and one only: to do whatever it takes to destroy the artist.