The sea was born in a blood covered cove. There were no witnesses nor survivors. The only thing present were the spirits of soul's lost. They wandered aimlessly in search of their destiny. What they found, was not expected. What they found was not of this earth, what they found would be the new beginning.

At first the wandering souls were dumbfounded. What lay before them created an aura of bad will, but they couldn't stay away. No matter how strong the forces pulled them in, they knew to hold they're ground. But they could not. Eventually they gave in. The power in front of them had drawn soul's from the world over. And no one was aware of the danger that lay ahead.

The spirits were rounded up and gathered in this cove. Each spirit was given a number, 1-300. They were summoned by their number, referred in a way that would disgrace them in their former lives. "Unit 231, come forth." No matter if there were 10 unit 231's, or one, they all came forward. After moving forward, they were escorted into a wing of the cove that did not exist before today. What happened thereafter was a mystery, until one day a man stepped forward.