The scent of a fledgling vampire is rare -- it is of fresh blood and fear, and Markus has never properly scented it. But his cathedral reeks of it. Night settles on Ruthergale, a city wrought with occult activity and rumors of vampires.

As Markus descends the stairs at the front of the cathedral's main hall, he sees someone crumpled on the ground, bloody and shivering. Interesting..