London 1888, the capital city of the British Empire at it's Imperial high. Cobbled streets, Gas lamps, fog, Hansom cabs, the multitudes of the poor. Queen Victoria sits on the throne, aristocrats dine with their legions of servants and all seems well in this Land and Empire blessed by God.
But things move in the shadows, predators seek their human prey, other monsters seek the predators. Monsters to the humans, but without them who would protect the humans?
But all that is not on your mind tonight as you look at the white, gold engraved invitation in your hand.
Lord and Lady Winterson request the pleasure of your company at 152 Bold street at 7 o'clock. To view the treasures they have recently brought back from the land of Egypt.
The tall imposing building stands before you, a livid footman stands by the stairs leading up to assist his masters guest in alighting from their carriage. Through the windows lights blaze and beyond the highly polished door a Butler awaits to show you in and announce you to those already inside.
All you have to do is cross the road and enter.
Or could it be perhaps you work there, are but one of the unseen, or even yet you are an uninvited guest. Yet all are welcome. For now.