In a dinghy pub in whitechapel in the dead of night, a table stood, lit by a single candle. Most of the patrons had already gone home and those that hadn't were probably too drunk or too tired to care about anyone else coming in. The table had been reserved for a meeting of persons who had all encountered things not of this world. They were all from different echelons of society, all had drastically different lives up until now, but they were all connected in that they had all seen through the masquerade that went on in society. Whether it was due to a close encounter of the supernatural kind or a a study in things best left unknown, all had seen the other side of the veil.<br/><br/>Today, they would gather here, in this neutral ground where those of all walks of life could gather for food, drink and company. It was a scene of stunning normalcy, and of ignorant bliss that would infuriate someone who knew what lurked in the darkness.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>From the darkness outside, a rugged man entered the building. Murphy had been at home the last few days, the shock of his life being turned upside down still hadn't completely sunk in yet. He had followed the rumors leading to this place purely on a whim. He didn't think anyone else would show up, it was more an attempt at his mind to reconcile what he had experienced a few days ago. it seemed logical that at least one other person in london had seen what he had seen, or had his boss really been right and had he really just constructed the memories of the event in a drunken stupor?