Lighting forks across the night sky, illuminating the rain soaked city below. Rain rattles against the windows of several  old buildings, some lit up, and some not. Thunder booms and the rain comes down harder. A rat scurries across the ground seeking food and darts for cover when boots march past. A new prisoner gets dragged through the front gates and pushed into the central building by their guards. A siren peels in the dark, red lights flashing in time to the noise. Crashes and gunfire, mixed with laughter can be heard through the din. What place could serve such darkness and despair? 

We welcome you, new prisoner, to Arkham Asylum.
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