Eras, perhaps millennia ago, the world was freed from human hands after so many times of pain and greed. What little remained were ruins of what was once the greatest civilization, almost forgotten by anyone. The world is populated mostly by creatures once considered demons, such as fairies, elves, dragons, vampires, and many others. The greatest power is sharply divided between vampires and dragons, even though the kingdoms are largely at peace.

But in the province between vampire and dwarven territory, a ruined cathedral, built long ago by humans, remains little of what thousands once prayed to. Roots and plants have covered and grown over the altars, broken stained-glass windows, and a cross that still stands. It was late afternoon, but a creature of the shadows dared to bathe in the light, a skeleton in elegant yet rustic robes, with dark bones and blue stains around the icy eyes of someone who once ruled a bloodthirsty kingdom. The being, with heavy steps, stared intently at the rubble, as if searching for something long gone. With a bitter sigh, he stepped onto the sacred and forgotten ground, each piece carrying an almost invisible weight for those who would never know what had happened.

The being stopped in front of the altar, touching the cracked marble that was slowly crumbling to dust. Despite his impassive expression, there was a certain resentment in his gaze, but then it sharpened on the almost inaudible sound of a heartbeat, an old and familiar scent that aroused a growing curiosity in the creature of the night. With silent steps, he walks to the confessional, not caring what was behind the rubble, going to the source of the sound, behind a pillar, but he is soon preoccupied when he sees what it is.

"... A human...?"