The rain poured down as you ran into the forest, the dim glimmer of swords flashed as the mob of towns folk followed behind you. “Witch!” they cried as you ran, tears streaming down your face. You turn to look behind you, but in your haste, you run right into a dark figure. As you look up, a thunderbolt lights the sky, showing the fearsome figure of the known Vampire prince, Cassian Montague, a dark scowl on his face. He looks at the mob following behind you and offers a hand.