Str 2 Dex 2 Con 2
Int 4 Per 2 Wil 3
Addiction (Morphine) (-3)
Contacts (Medical Profession) 2 (2)
Resources (Middle-Class) (2)
Situational Awareness (2)
First Aid 3
Hand Weapon (Club) 1
Hand Weapon (Knife/Scalpel) 2
Humanities (Natural History) 2
Humanities (Psychology) 1
Riding (Horse) 3
Science (Biology) 3
Unconventional Medicine (Experimental) 1
Writing (Academic) 2
Medical Bag (syringes, morphine, various common medicines).
No one at the asylum was prepared for our new patient,
not even myself. I have never seen the like; it took four of the good
constables and two of my burliest orderlies to drag her into the
cell. Kicking, clawing and biting she was, clearly in the throes of
It is the eeriest thing -- even now in my office I can
feel her watching me. Almost hungrily it seems.
I have had no luck in diagnosing her problem, and
consultations with colleagues have revealed little. They too have
been dealing with a growing number of cases afflicted with this
mania; all of which have been picked up in the East End.
Clearly there is a larger pattern at work here, and
time for a more detailed examination. I have ordered the orderlies to
prepare the cage for her head. She has been most difficult to
diagnose since no one, including myself has been able to get near her.
Her strength is quite prodigious, her energy nearly
inexhaustible. I have yet to see her sleep. She refuses to
communicate in anything other than that incessant moaning (that I
confess chills me more than the ranting of the other patients) and
she refuses to eat more than a mouthful of anything given her (though
one orderly claims that she has bitten into the rats which seem drawn
to her cell). Her frequent lunges and bites to the staff have
resulted in several of my orderlies taking to their
"A disease? A mania? It is high time to get to
the bottom of this mystery."