The moon shines brightly onto the fields as a dark, shadowy figure slips inside the ancient bell tower and starts winding its way up the spiral staircase. As it reaches the thick, locked oak door at the top, it pulls out a small knife, etching into the wood 2 symbols. The door glows a blue light, then the lock releases a hissing noise as it melts into a puddle on the cold stone floor. The figure seems to float as it glides up the bells frame. It pulls out a small shiny device from its cloak and attaches it to the top of clapper. The figure jumps down from the bell, walking over to the arched window. And jumps. A patch of cloth is left hanging on a nail, torn from the cloak. As the small piece of fabric flutters over to the side of the room, the bells start to swing. For the last time...
