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My name is Jack Steen, and for those who arrive on my 'death' ward at the Asylum, I'm the last face many will see before they die. I am the night nurse at an Asylum for the Criminally Insane, and most of my patients know me as their Angel of Death. I know them as mass murderers, rapists, and serial killers—among other things. Here's what happens: they come on my floor, they give me their deathbed confession, and I help to make their death less painful. There's a catch, though: I want the real story, the one they haven't told anyone else.

On the last night of his life, Henry Jekyll records the harrowing story of his years-long struggle to maintain his reputation as a physician and philanthropist—while secretly suppressing the voracious beast he had long felt lurking within. Playwright David Rambo drew on The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson for inspiration to create this original L.A. Theatre Works commission.

Dan's nights at his small, quiet church have always been uneventful, filled with routine prayers and the occasional sinner seeking solace. But one evening, everything changes when a new visitor steps into the confessional-the Devil himself.

Who hated Christy Henshaw enough to shoot her in the throat with an arrow, slash her corpse with hundreds of crisscrossing wounds and deposit her naked body in Roanoke Sound? The answer is no mystery to an immortal man named John Savage, whose gift and whose curse is to recognize the dead among the living. In Henshaw’s murder, Savage divines the echoes of the ancient crime that claimed the life of his soul mate, Mary Colman, one of Sir Walter Raleigh’s famous lost colonists. Savage chases Mary, and her murderer, a Native American named Wanchese, across the pages of history.

Evelyn Harbinger sees nothing wrong with a one-night stand. At 149 years old, Eve may look like she bakes oatmeal cookies in the afternoon and dozes in her rocking chair in the evening, but once the gray hair and wrinkles are traded for jet-black tresses and porcelain skin, she can still turn heads as the beautiful girl she once was. Can't fault a girl for having a little fun, can you?