“Son? What’s got you in such a hurry? You’ve come this late before.” An old man asked his son, who was pacing around the room. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, father, but I need you to watch over him. He’s in danger!” The old man’s son said as he handed his father a cloth swaddle. “Please watch over him with Mother.”

“But-but I can’t! He’s your son!” The old man pleaded to them.

“I’m sorry, But he’ll be in danger if he’s kept with us.” The young man’s wife apologized. “I’m sorry.” She whimpered as she kissed her son one last time.

“What is after you?” The old man asked his son. “Who?”

“Morticastrum.”