1868, somewhere along the outskirts of London. This forest I wander in has seemed to have lost its name in time. Everywhere I look I see nothing but endless trees, they seem to block the remaining light of the sun with their growth. I can't tell what time it is, but from the color of the sun, its dawn.

My name is Rorry Lien. I am an orphan, along with my sister Claire. Our parents were once in a vampire hunter society known as: Templum Caeli (Sanctuary of the Heavens). Our lives were kept in secrecy, hidden from the rest of the world. Several years ago, when I was just a child, Claire and I had returned to our underground home. When I opened the door...we found our parents lying on the ground...dead. We were in shock to see such a sight we lost all sanity. It was too much to bare.

When we were along the streets of Havering, a man dressed in an ebony trench coat came to us and extended his hand "This place isn't suited well for children...will you please come with me?" His voice was calm, yet strong. I couldn’t see his face well, he wore a long black hat with a white feather along it. We were orphans we knew we could not die yet, so I shakily took his hand. Now, I am a member of the Vampire Hunters. To this day, I stalk those creatures of the night. Revenge has lost its toll, I now do it out of satisfaction. I will not rest until each vampire is put to death.


...This is the story of two fates intertwined