"In the shadow of the Rome, where the gods once walked among mortals, a creature stirred. For centuries, he had lived, feasting on the blood of the living, his heart long dead. Yet, as he gazed upon the moonlit city, a spark within him flickered to life. For in the streets below, a woman walked, her footsteps echoing through the night, her presence calling to him like a siren's song. And he, Theodoros, the ancient one, felt the weight of his immortal years bearing down upon him, for he knew that he would stop at nothing to claim her as his own."