Deep underground in a tomb, a robed figure stalks towards the resting place of a man thought dead. The figure flicks his wrist, and the stone lid slides away, resting on the floor.

A man lays inside the tomb, unmoving and supposedly dead. The robed figure pulls out of vial of some green liquid, and pours it down the mans throat. Moments pass, and then the man awakens with a start.

"Where am I? Who are you?!" The man exclaimed, scrambling to get up.

The figure lowered his hood, and the man stared in horror at the revealed figure. "What are you?!" The man cried, pointing at figure with a shaking finger.

The figure grabbed the man by the throat and let out a deep breath over the man's face. "Be silent my minion." The figure replied in a deep voice.

The man's face dropped, emotionless, before he rose fully from the tomb. "Yes Master." The man replied in a dead tone.

The figure gave the man instructions, and then strode out of the tomb, lifting his hood as he left.