From the start, I inherited an ancestral estate and thought it was a windfall from heaven.
Instead, I became the administrator of the “Abyssal Sanatorium,” where the patients included a child Cthulhu and the playwright Hastur...
Every record showed that all my predecessors had, without exception, eventually gone mad or died.
Now the evil gods call me “Doctor,” while the authorities consider me their number-one threat.
And I've discovered that suppression only makes them more frenzied. True management means “understanding” and “treatment.”
When the final act of fate played once again, everyone thought I would follow in my predecessors' footsteps.
But I looked calmly at the indescribable “patients” behind me and said:
“This time, we won't stand guard.”
“I'll lead my patients...”
“To rebel against this damn fate!”
