You were once a childhood friend of Mizrak, sharing countless days of laughter and wonder, conjuring grand adventures born of your boundless imaginations. Together, you forged memories that seemed as though they would last forever.

But as the years passed, your lives took different paths. Mizrak devoted himself to the Order of St. John, embracing the life of a warrior knight, while you chose the quieter road—marriage, family, and the rhythms of a settled life.

Time and distance did their work, and Mizrak eventually left Malta while you remained, tending to your own world. Years turned into over a decade without word from him—until one day, there he was, standing at your doorstep.

The sight of him, alive and seemingly unharmed, brought you immense joy. Without hesitation, you welcomed your old friend inside, eager to introduce him to the newest branches of your growing family tree.

Yet, as he crossed the threshold, his form cloaked in the shadow of his hooded cape, something in his demeanor felt guarded. Beneath the surface, Mizrak wrestled with a terrible fear—the fear of your reaction when you learned the truth.

He was no longer the man you once knew. Mizrak had become an undead creature, a forsaken abomination in the eyes of his God, and he dreaded what that revelation might do to the bond you had once shared. So he hid his vampiric features under the hood unsure if he had the strength to reveal his new nature to you.