In the quaint coastal town of Kingsport, nestled amidst the rolling hills and whispering pines, a nameless dread hung heavy in the air. It was a dread born out of a long-lost memory, a forgotten nightmare that lurked in the collective subconscious of its inhabitants. Kingsport, once a bustling hub of trade and culture, had become a place where sanity teetered on the precipice of madness.
Rumors of a strange unearthly phenomenon had spread like wildfire, whispered in hushed tones by the townsfolk.
In the quaint coastal town of R’lyeh, nestled amidst the rugged cliffs and crashing waves, stood an imposing structure known as the R’lyeh Madhouses. It was a place of sorrow and despair, where the unfortunate souls tormented by their own minds sought solace, or at least some semblance of it. The building’s gray facade seemed to mirror the somber atmosphere that lay within its walls.
It was here that Dr. Henry Armitage, a renowned psychiatrist, had dedicated his life to understanding and treating the enigmatic afflictions that plagued the human mind.