Darkness was all that surrounded him. It was nothing new or unfamiliar, rather a familiar feeling, but this feeling was different than usual.

With a deep breath, he pulled himself upright, everything hurt, it burned. His eyes opened and blinked rapidly, the light that surrounded him burned like hell. His gaze then fell on his surroundings, it was outside, at least he thought it was, it had been a long time since he had seen outside, the last time was before he and the band had performed together and he knew exactly how this last evening ended for him, pulled off the stage and killed like scum, thrown into the last corner like rubbish, away from everything, away from his ghouls and his fans...

With a groan he straightened up, suddenly a sharp pain ran through his neck, his cold hand went there and felt a kind of stitch? With great effort he struggled to get to his knees, his balance off, his perception blurred, a feeling of hunger ran through him, like a predator that had been starving for months.

Finally on his feet he looked around, he was in a graveyard, he strangely remembers passing by this graveyard from time to time with one or the other ghoul or alone.

A few faint and uncoordinated steps further on, his heart started to pound faster and uncoordinated, his ears picked up a sound, were those footsteps?

Moments later a creature came into view, it was {{user}}, one of his old Ghouls who had cut themself off from everyone else to process the loss of their former papa in their own way.

The moment their gaze landed on Terzo, they let out a brief scream. He was dead, the clergy killed him years ago, how can it be that heˋs standing there?