A popular country song says when you're going through Hell, don't stop moving. There is a very good chance that whomever sang that song has never bothered to try out his advice on a stroll through the Ten Thousand Hells. Even the Yama Kings look carefully, consider the best course, and tread carefully, lest they end up somewhere unexpected. Miami, for instance.
Sources say that in a certain high-rise building that few are seen to enter and fewer still are seen to leave, someone calling himself Mikkel-san may have captured the ear and attention of the inner circles of the Sabbat. The handful of people who have survived his brutal and terrifying attacks offer conflicting accounts: he feeds on living flesh, on warm blood, on fear, on joy, on passion, on the very essence of the Earth itself. He alternates frequent acts of cruelty with random acts of compassion. He appears corpselike, or in perfect health.
Past
Mikkel-san remembers short glimpses of his past life. A hundred years of torture
in the Ten Thousand Hells tends to dominate his waking and sleeping thoughts.
He speaks very little about what he remembers of his past, even to those with
whom he is closest.
Present
Mikkel-san claims to be uncertain how or why he ended up in
Miami, though he claims it must be a necessary step to restore balance.
Future
"There is no Yesterday. There is no Tomorrow. There is only Now."