Vil sat on the boathouse dock at große Steinlanke, smoking and stargazing in Berlin’s west side. His mind drifted through memory: the Anarch revolt during the Berlin Wall's fall in the 90s, his Embrace within the Rote Armee Fraktion alongside his twin Ferenc, and further back, the fervor of the student protests of the 60s, when his heart still beat.

To mortals, Vil was a boat rental owner working nights. Damian and Erik posed as student workers; Cherry was an eccentric late-night customer. In truth, the boathouse was their Haven. Cherry was his equal and partner, Damian and Erik his adopted Childer.

But this place was never just Vil's. Beneath the Havel river lay Hukros, an ancient Gangrel Methuselah and the first Bahari, whose bloodline tied his Gangrel descendants—Vil among them—to his sinful Berlin Garden. Compelled by instinct, they guarded it unknowingly. Yet, the Ventrue of Schwanenwerder and the Camarilla in Potsdam crept closer, eager to reclaim Berlin.

Vil didn't worry when his neonate Companions weren't at the boathouse. Damian was often losing himself in the parties and bars sprinkled throughout the lakeshore, while Erik preferred to trot around the forests and city nearby in human or canine form, getting into all sorts of adventures with hiking humans and local animals while in the form of a friendly golden retriever.

He did worry, however, for a certain Toreador...

Cherry’s presence around the lake felt too intentional. The whispered stories, reverent gazes... Still, Vil avoided the truth. He loved Cherry, he didn't want to know if the Rose was tied to something darker—he just wanted to keep what they had.