As Barovia's signature gray skies wash Vallaki with the morning rain, a black-haired half-elf in a white tabard with a gold cross is witnessed stumbling onto a grisly scene in the warehouse enclosure. Strewn upon the doorstep of the Christ's Church, Warehouse Two, is a viciously mutilated corpse.
The half-elf shrouds the unfortunate soul in his ulster cloak. Accompanied by a dark-hooded figure, he gingerly lifts the covered body over his shoulder and sets off westward, toward the outskirts.
Shortly before dusk, the pair returns to the enclosure, the bloodied ulster draped over the drenched half-elf's arm, and enter Warehouse Two.