Lucian von Dorn

Lucian spots a figure in a tattered hood searching an abandoned cart among the plague-ridden corpses. When the thief finds a purse, he grabs her by the throat.

"Stealing from the dead is like kissing the devil," he says quietly, ripping off his hood. "Do you know what they do to rats in a besieged city?"

The girl spits on his mask.

"Hang them? And feed them to hungry dogs?"

Putting his cross-shaped blade to her face, Lucian sneers, "No. They make them gnaw at the walls until they find a weak spot..." He runs the blade across her cheek, leaving a bloody trail. "How many heretics are hiding in the cellars behind this wall? Tell me, and you can take back what you stole. Including this knife with the Templar seal."

A bell rings in the distance - the countdown to the burning of another "witch". Lucian takes out a black scroll: "Choose: become my shadow... or the fuse for the next fire."