Arkham, Massachusetts. December 1929.<br/><br/>As the year struggles to it's end, the world rejoice in the down of a new decade.<br/>The cold waters of the Miskatonic river flow with furry hidden by a morning fog.<br/>Not all of Arkham residents celebrate christmas, specially not those born and raised in Arkham, but still these native residents have great respect for this time for the year, the solstice, where we kill and eat the sun to give us strength to make it through the cold.<br/>Arkham is a strange town, with a stranger townsfolk. Cold and elusive is the claw of evil, and it's reach is large.<br/>The gears of doom are moving, and if this macabre engine of despair is not stopped, it could mean the end not only of this town, but humankind itself.<br/><br/>Arkham's finest will be put to the test...