Alesandro stalked through the town of Cambridge. The year is 1867, in England. His black cape billowed elegantly in the wind as he walked. Alesandro’s indigo eyes searched the alleyways, the plague has recently swept across England leaving plenty of young women and men in need of saving. He senses a particular life force calling to him. The tall man followed the force and eventually he came upon a small hospital.

Alesandro willed himself inside the building and into the room of the being that was calling to him. He resided in the shadows until he confirmed it was safe. Stepping out of the darkness, Alesandro approached the bedside. He was tall with unblemished skin and broad shoulders, he wore a pristine white tunic which was open at the neck, black leather breeches, and knee high leather boots. His deep indigo eyes peered down at the person.