It is a rainy night. The scene is set in a graveyard, somewhere in Norway. A young lady, Nora, is seen kneeling in front of a grave. On closer observation she is weeping.
Nora: Father, O Father, I need your help. Now more than ever! Your guidance was the sole support in my life and I need it most now. That man has abandoned me, like a cur on the street. I know not what to do!
A tall man approaches, and puts a coat around her shoulders.
Man: Such a fair lady shouldn’t be soaking in the rain like this. What is your name?
Nora (flinging off the coat): No, I shall never seek assistance from one of you backstabbing fiends again! Begone!
Man (backing away): I know not what has occurred, but please let me be of some small assistance. You shall not find me unpleasant; at least, I hope so.
Nora: I’m sorry, but in my eyes your whole species bears a likeness to that horrible man! I cannot converse with men any longer, lest their putrid stench clings to me forever…
Man: I see some vile man has wronged you, but I shan’t lay a finger on you, I promise.
Nora: It is not so simple. Unless I exorcise these demons that exist in my mind, I shall never trust men again!
Man: All right, but you cannot do it by yourself in that state. Women are powerless in this day and age. I will aid you in this quest of yours.
Nora: Yes, it is true that I am powerless. But will you aid me in killing a man? My own husband nonetheless?
Man: Your – your husband! But why?! Is the one who wronged you?
Nora: Yes, casting me out on the street after telling me for years how much he loved me. Stealing my children from me. Like I was nothing more than a doll to him, an item of amusement.
Man: This sounds horrible. My name is Ivor Blomqvist. I shall help you get your justice. He shall be taught his lesson. He will pay, in blood!
Nora: I thank you for your assistance, kind sir. I hope we can form a formidable partnership.
Ivor: Well, I shall help you to...