The visions and direct quotes you may hear in this adventure are true. They really did occur in the life of a Catholic saint and all these accounts were diligently recorded by his contemporaries. The only thing that has been changed is the sequence of these mystical visions and historical events. You can decide that sequence for yourself. Be careful though, as the wrong decision may end in an untimely death, which of course never really happened to the saint, who died of natural causes, but these untimely ends had to be invented for the purposes of the game which is the only element of fiction in all these adventures. The rest is all true. The citation for the visions and incidents recounted are in the description below each video.

The year is 1868. You are an Italian priest who has started an Oratory school for boys in Turin, but the many stresses of the year, far too many to recount here, have taken their toll on you. You decide to go to Lanzo for a short retreat and some rest.

On your last night there, you have an incredibly vivid dream that shakes you to the very core of your soul.

Later, you would tell your Oratory boys:

“I saw in my bedroom a most loathsome toad, as big as an ox, that squatted at the foot of my bed. I stared breathlessly. It was green and its legs, body, and head swelled and grew more and more repugnant. His fiery eyes, red-lined mouth and throat presented a terrifying sight. His bones were made of fire and his bony ears were very small. I kept staring and muttering: ‘But a toad has no ears!’ I also noticed two horns jutting from its snout and two greenish wings sprouting from its sides. Its legs looked like those of a lion, and its long tail ended in a forked tip.”

“Initially, I did not feel afraid, but became terrified when the monster began edging closer to me. He opened its enormous, tooth-studded jaws, and looked like a demon from hell. I crossed myself but nothing happened; rang the bell, but no one responded; shouted, but in vain. As the monster would not retreat, I asked: ‘What do you want of me, you ugly devil?’ It crept forward, as if answering, and stretched its ears which pointed upward. It then paused momentarily, resting its front paws on the top of the headboard and raising itself on its hind legs. It looked at me and crawled forward until its snout was close to my face.”

“I felt such horror that I tried to jump out of bed, but the monster opened its jaws wide.”

This incident is recounted in “The Biographical Memoirs of Saint John Bosco” by Rev. Giovanni Battista Lemoyne, S.D.B., Vol. 9, Ch. 75.