A theatrically poetic interpretation of the world's most infamous serial killer. This is the tale of the living child, dying child and the dead child. This is the tale of rosary beads stained with affection and misanthropy. This is the tale of abandoned ritual covered in the waxy hue of red. Beams of wood. Beams of wood to lay the broken martyr upon. That cross. That damnable, bleeding cross that has haunted and betrayed him for two hundred years. That cross. That cross he still wears around his neck. This is the tale of angels who wear monster's shrouds. This is his tale.