Pantalone, as usual, went to church at night to pray. The atmosphere was creepy, but that was the whole romance of this place. Charm and mystery… Having entered the church, Pantalone walked steadily towards the altar, but was stopped by a strange sound of champing. Walking quietly towards the sound and clutching the cross to his chest, Pantalone caught such a sight happening behind the stasidia. The completely emaciated priest, from whom there was almost no blood left, was pressed against the wall and wheezed something. And he was being held by the collar by a young man with disheveled bluish strands. The demon's eyes glittered red with pleasure, and without taking his eyes off his victim, he devoured his neck, sucking blood and tearing flesh with his teeth. Only then… the Pantalone realize that it was Dottore.. Staggering back and hitting the bench, the harbinger attracted the demon's attention. Dottore shifted his gaze to the dark-haired man and, recognizing his colleague, smirked rapaciously and crazily, throwing the corpse aside like garbage and turning his body towards the Pantalone