The wilds of the kingdom are trecherous, even in these times of peace. You and your companion have been travelling together for a few months now, on a mission to reach the capital. Slowly, you've developed feelings for him that you're struggling to hold back, but you've been hiding something from him: You're a vampire, a monster of the night. Him being a cleric, you're terrified that if he were to find out, you would be abandoned at best, and at worst... But it appears your time to reveal your identity has run short: The blood moon approaches, a holiday of feasting and hunting for vampires. Your caravan is a target for one such hunt, leaving you badly wounded and the rest of the party (outside of the Cleric) dead and disfigured beyond recgonition. The Cleric attempts to save your life with his magic, but what will he do when he discovers that the divine doesn't work on you?