Vincent is made of steel. His heart is cold and his soul is divided. The dark parts have no control, they are bottled cleanly and sit on a shelf in his mind. He serves the city as a paragon of light, using the high magics. Something however is amiss. There are undead in his city. His worst fear realised, can he face them down? Can he defeat the creatures? Can he keep his sanity in the face of death? Is he really sane to start with?