Lysithea sank down against the back wall of the old church. Her shoulders were trembling and the salty water which rolled down her cheek, one tear at a time, were mixed with the cold downpour of rain.

"Lady Lysithea, why do you cry?" Wheezed Orlock who had walked up to her. He leaned against his staff, his knees weak as he looked down upon her with milky eyes.

She flinched and with a surprised look on her face she quickly wiped away her tears and got up on her feet. She wobbled and stumbled before regaining her balance.

"It's nothing Orlock. I'm just-... just tired."

"Of what, dear child?" The old man gestured for her to sit back down. She glanced towards the ground and slowly sank down against the wall again.

She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms tightly around them with a deep and quivering breath. 

Orlock slowly placed himself down into the dirt by her side. Letting his walking stick lean against the church wall.

"I've been trying so-... so hard to find him, Orlock. Every day I search for information and-... and every night I walk the woods in hope of finding him." She slowly shook her head and leaned her forehead against her knees, hiding her crying face. "But all I have found is-... is judgement." 

"Who's being judged?"

"I am." She mumbled with a low and hushed voice. He tilted his head and gave her a long stare before he patted her on the shoulder.

"Do not mind them. They are idiots who can't understand anything beyond themselves. People like us will always be judged."

Lysithea slowly glanced up towards him, her eyes trembling.

"People like-... like us?"

"It matters not." He shook his head somberly. 

They sat in silence. Listening to the pouring rain as it thundered against the ground around them. The mist that had risen from the earth surrounded the gravestones and gave the graveyard an eerie feeling of unease. 

Lysithea shivered and wrapped her arms around her frame, rubbing them up and down in an attempt to regain some warmth. 

Orlock seemed unphased by the howling autumn winds, and the rain didn't seem to bother him at all. The water dripped from the top of his hood.

"Lady Lysithea…" He said, weakly. "I know someone who can help you." 

She slowly turned to look at the old man who kept staring forward. She spotted the sorrowful expression on his face, as if he had just lost someone dear to him, and frowned.

"Why do you-... you look so sad?"

"It matters not." Orlock waved a hand dismissively and rose to his feet. His bones creaked and cracked as he managed to get up, using his staff as support. "I know a man who can help you find the vampire."

Lysithea quickly scrambled to her feet.

"Who? And how?"

He glanced towards her, his milky white eyes didn't quite manage to meet her own as he started to walk, gesturing for her to come with him.

"I already asked Tristan… alas he said no." The old man muttered as they exited the graveyard and walked towards the main gate of Rosas, yet as they approached he turned left and began to follow the tall wall eastwards instead.

"Said no? To-... to what?" Lysithea hurried after him and gently placed her hands on his free arm to help him walk. He gave her a fleeting smile and then stared into the ground as he stepped forward.

"To join us." Orlock croaked, his voice filled with sadness. He choked and wheezed as they approached a crack in the large wall. There he stopped and with a quick look around he pressed his staff into it and pushed downwards.

A large brick came loose from the pressure of his walking stick and he gestured towards it. 

"Pull it out for me if you please, it isn't heavy."

Lysithea did as she was told and took a hold of the large stone. She pulled on it, expecting it to be much heavier than it was and ended up falling backwards into her butt, the stone following suit. 

"It weighs nothing but-... but air!" She gasped as she pushed the brick off of her. 

She stared up at Orlock but he was already gone. She could see his silhouette walking down into the dark corridor which had been hidden by the stone and quickly she hurried inside, placing the brick back where it belonged.

"Of course. It is enchanted." He explained.

Lysithea sprinted towards him and took a nervous grip of the back of his cloak. She could hear him chuckle heartily before his voice returned to its somber tone, as if he had forgotten himself. 

"Keep close. Don't talk to anyone and don't touch anything." He explained as they wandered down into the darkness.

Slowly Lysithea realised that they must have entered a secret passage in the lower sewer systems of Rosas, although the smell was more putrid than she would have thought. It smelled as if a hundred corpses had been hidden in the very walls. Black mold covered the stonework and rats scurried past them with loud screeches and squeaks. Lysithea lifted her right foot just in time for a fat rat to run past below her. 

Orlock didn't seem to care about any of that. He was wheezing and coughing as he lumbered through the round labyrinth of corridors. 

Lysithea stumbled behind him, taking a tight grip of his cloak to make sure she didn't lose him in the dimly lit passage ways. She couldn't quite figure out where the brief moments of light came from but she was grateful they were there. 

"Lady Lysithea…" Orlock broke the silence as he stopped, coughing into his arm and snorting up snot which had clogged one of his nostrils. "Behind here is the criminal hangout of misfits." 

Orlock knocked on the barred gate which was like a floodgate, holding warm red light away from the damp and cold sewage system they stood in. 

Lysithea bent her torso to the side so she could take a closer look at what the gate hid from them. She could see a large man, towering and broad, dressed in black and with cloth covering his mouth. He was staring at them with piercing red eyes and it made her shiver and cower behind Orlock who watched her carefully.

"You're not to touch or talk to anyone unless spoken to. Do you understand? This is not a place for someone as pure as you, Lady Lysithea." 

She could see the sadness behind Orlocks eyes as he turned around and knocked on the bars with his walking stick. 

"Amour, good friend. Unlinked and detached." Orlock spoke with a low voice and the man behind the bars pressed his hands against them and with one large key he unlocked the gate and pulled it open, stepping out of the way.

"Welcome home Orlock. Who's the miss?" The man by the name of Amour nodded towards Lysithea who cowered by Orlock's side. The old man looked at her with a faint and toothy smile.

"A dear friend. We're here to speak with Lord Alchem, is he in?"

The burly man rolled his shoulder as he gestured for the two of them to enter. Once they had done so, he took a long hard look down the dark corridor and slammed the gate shut, causing Lysithea to flinch.

"He just got back."