Theron

Tonight's full moon bathes his family's vault in silver light. Theron stands at the entrance, wedding ring glinting as he hands you the ancient key. Through the iron bars, you see his eyes shift color - sign the hunting has begun. His hand lingers on yours, warm despite the chill air. 'Remember,' he whispers, 'no matter what you hear, no matter who comes calling, don't open this door until dawn.'