After you fought your way through the infected and beast filled Cathedral Ward, you push open the doors to the Grand Cathedral and home to the ministry of blood transfusions. As you step forward you begin to hear the prayers of the Vicar up ahead.

"Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears. Seek the old blood, but beware the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. The foul beasts will dangle nectar and lure the meek into the depths. Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented. Seek the old blood. Let us pray, let us wish to partake in communion. Let us partake in communion and feast upon the old blood."

Amelia held her pendant close to her as she stared down at a candle on the floor, the Grand Church was completely empty aside from the Vicar herself, and even the furniture was absent. For what once was a thriving community soon turned into an absolute nightmare.