By all accounts, Jack Lawson was a normal British teenager. He had few friends, no love life, and a horde of embittered teachers who seemed to be after his blood on a regular basis. In his Birchford home, a centuries old overflow prison-turned-orphanage. Then came the Cult of Dionysus, a sect of sorcerers at the head of an encroaching Darkness. Then an old friend back from the dead. And then the white fox. Suddenly life wasn't so mundane anymore.