The eldest son of an aristocratic family, Auguste found himself sharpened against the whetstone of high expectations.

It was intended of him to follow in his father's footsteps, and for the most part he did, achieving in making for himself an impressive career as a prosecutor, but driven by a rigid sense of justice and an unflappable focus when on the trail of evidence or amidst the heat of a courtroom, Auguste found himself in a sensitive position—one of reckoning and retribution. After the winning of a highly publicized case in which he prosecuted the head of a racketeering scheme, retaliation would meet him on the steps of the courthouse.

Auguste Bridoux would be murdered.

Auguste Bridoux would be reborn.

Instead of the eternal nothingness he anticipated, Auguste would blearily wake in a foreign land within a foreign body.

What becomes a man when he's but a beast?