Craven had arrived on these shores during a time of destruction, chaos and silent streets. Buildings were set alight, bodies lined the streets and gun fire could be heard from all directions. Having no idea what was going on he had to find shelter and hope things would calm down soon.

After a couple of days, the gun shots seemed to have become less frequent. There were less screams in the distance and less buildings bursting into flames. Had the time finally come? He decided to try his luck and left the rubble he had been calling home to see if he could find somewhere safer. It had not been long before he had bumped into the Don of LA, Thalia. The two of them quickly got talking and she was kind enough to offer him a safe place to stay and see out the remaining time of what she had explained to him was a war. A couple more days went by and the announcement came, “You are all safe to go about your day to day. Anyone here that is looking for full time work, feel free to speak to myself or my hands.” Thalia smiled, turned away and went back to her office to continue with her work. Craven had decided to take the Don up on the offer and committed himself to working for the Don, Musophile crew, and the rest of LA.

The city had begun to flourish. New faces were arriving to the headquarters every day and the city had already started to look like there had not been a recent war. There had been one thing that had become obvious to the Don though, the Headquarters of the Musophile's, and the Consigliere running Hollywood, Caligo, had both been outgrown. They needed more space to expand their operations and invite more willing recruits into the ranks of LA. After thinking long and hard about the options available within the city, Don Thalia approached Craven with an offer.

“Craven, you have been very helpful since joining us here in LA. There have been no jobs you have refused to do... other than cleaning up something you keep referring to as hippy dust.” She looked at him and laughed, “So I have decided that we here in LA are ready to expand our operations and would like to offer you the position of setting up your own crew.” The Don paused to see Craven's reaction. “Erm, well I must admit I was not expecting that. Of course I would be honoured to accept under one condition.” He waited for the Don to reply. “Go on.” Thalia replied in a quizzing voice. “It is ok to ban the hippy dust in my new Headquarters though... right?!” They both could no longer keep a straight face and began to laugh. “Go and pack your stuff and get a move on. You have a busy few days ahead of you. Oh and before you go, you need a name for this new crew.” The Don stopped and waited to see if Craven had anything in mind. “You know, actually I was thinking Pandemonium. Fitting name for how things were when I first arrived here.” Craven waited for Thalia to reply, hoping she would find his name acceptable. “Your right, a fitting name for a crew to be lead by you. Today, Pandemonium will be born!” The two of them shook hands and Craven made his way towards the exit.

He needed to find somewhere to setup his new operation, but first, he needed to stop off to speak to some acquaintances to see if they would be willing to help him run the new crew.