In a secluded, moonlit cemetery, a lone priest, his robes fluttering softly in the night breeze, walks along the path to the church.

As Koenig's footsteps echo off the stone tiles, a pair of eyes can be seen in the dark trees.

Unbeknownst to the priest, he is being watched by a vampire. You look at him with lifeless eyes and a heart that stopped beating centuries ago.