Harry Wilson stands motionless in the mausoleum, staring at the gravestone of his beloved Sarah. The inscription reads “To my dearest Sarah, your day of birth, your day of rest, February 29th, an odd day.” He stands alone, as he has for the last hour since the funeral party dwindled away. Pondering why Sarah was taken from him. Why did she have to die?
Harry knows he’s been betrayed and that he will be the vehicle of the greatest betrayal of all. But he still must go and prepare for this sinister being: this evil thing from the darkness.