"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its content." In 1919, the world has seen the horrors of the great war come to an end, yet forces behind the vale of sanity work and worm into the booming new world. Thankfully, humanity will not be alone in this madness. Though Madness, may prove to be a Blessing then Sanity.
A huntsman dropout and a runaway, Alastor has no real idea what he's doing or where's going. All he knows is that beyond Argus there's Grimm, the White Fang and Human Suppremacists somewhere down the road. Sadly, given what dad's last book says, those might not be the worse things out there. How is it that he's just noticing that the ocean is singing and the stars are whispering?
It wasn't supposed to be here. But it was here, inside his head. It always had been. Now Jaune has to go around the world hunting that which only he understands. But it could be worse, at least he didn't have to wait for the stars to align. 'Ain't that right, Nyarlathotep' 'You gave yourself this job, boy, don't look at me in that tone of voice.' M for violence, language & CTHULHU!
He wasn't supposed to be here, not in this world - this shard of reality. But here he was, a Seeker upon a world abandoned by its own Gods and now held by One best unseen. Remnant has him now, and he knows how it's story is "supposed" to play out. That doesn't mean its going to. The Old One has changed the script, and the Seeker has his own little edits to make to it.