AN UNKNOWN ROOM
A dark room, illuminated only by two standing candles, each flickering atop a pillar by the entrance.
A figure entered, his movements careful, his head bowed in reverence. Clutched tightly in his hands was a book. He advanced toward the lone figure seated at the table. Without hesitation, he dropped to one knee, lowering his head as he lifted the book in offering.
The unknown figure reached out slowly, his fingers barely brushing the book's cover before taking it. He flipped through the brittle, pages, his lips curling into a small, dark grin.
"The history of werewolves and Grim." His voice was low, almost amused.
Then, without warning, he tore out several pages. He closed the book and rose, walking toward the candle flame.
Holding the book over it, he waited. The fire caught instantly.
