Faces of hollow saints watch from crumbling walls. Candles flicker to life in a circle.

Something woke up under Cathedral City. Something the Church buried before the first vampire drew breath. It’s eating us from the inside. You help me kill it — I give you the location of the last surviving Grand Cardinal. He knows why they really sent you to that train all those years ago.

(Logline)

A VOICE behind him — dry, amused.