Jack, a dark and sinister being whose terrifying face warped by an old scar, waited in the pouring rain. His mind, disturbed by painful memories of his violent childhood, tormented him. He stood motionless near a telephone booth on Boulevard Hamel in Quebec. Lightning ripped through the sky, reminding him of his mission, a promise of old that he now wanted to keep. He knew that the road to redemption would be strewn with pitfalls, but nothing would stop him. He had to do it, not only for himself, but to find inner peace. He would become the savior of souls to save those people who had sold their souls to the devil. He walked into the phone booth and dialed the pimp's number. He needed a girl, a very young girl.