Vincent allows himself to sag against a wall, keeping a wary eye on Karl all the while. After a short pause, he points to Armond's corpse:
"Could one of you... close his eyes?" - he hesitates, probably thinking of doing it himself before thinking better, - "Armond, he was a decent man once. We were friends back from childhood: me, him and Bob. That's the black guy..."
His eyes drift over the enormous black body sipping blood onto the floor. It is possible the man is still alive but there is no saving him under these circumstances:
"We finished the college okay, started a small logistics business together, got married in the same year - had it pretty good for a while. It all went to hell when our wives went shopping once and got killed by a street gang. A pack of dangerous low-lives were beating on this kid in a back alley and Nora, Armond's wife, decided to step in, the naive girl... They killed her on the spot, my Lucy died in the hospital and Rob's Barbara is in a coma to this day..."
It is apparent that the story isn't coming to him easily as his voice picks up momentum only to fade into nothingness later:
"We... we kind of lost it later. The gang went to prison all right but it only made it worse: we couldn't touch them there and the rage just... burned. That's when Armond started getting into Black Arts. We wanted something, anything to remake ourselves so we wouldn't feel the pain. Went the entire road to from Lovecraft and his bullshit to Goethia but nothing worked. Armond sold a subsidiary of our company and used the money to buy a trove of obscure occult junk, desperate for something real".
He chuckles darkly:
"And boy, we found it. A copy of a diary written by the man who created this... thing. It is still in the safe in Armond's bedroom. It seemed like our activity in the black market hasn't gone unnoticed and this item came with an offer: we could get the bracelet itself. You see, it was made by one of you, with a very specific purpose. Made to bring together Vampires and humans", - the crooked smile gets wider, - "The man who created it, he was in love with a woman but wouldn't make her one of you for some reason so he created it. In the diary he claims it was through a miracle of Longinus whoever the fuck that is".
He pauses to catch his breath before continuing:
"Only something went wrong. The diary ends shortly after the creation and the thieves who stole the thing for us from a museum shipment didn't know any more about the Vampire's fater after he made it. Anyway, the thing brings us closer to each other all right", - he chuckles again, more quietly this time, - "When worn by a mortal it makes you feel invincible, makes you forget all your past sins. It also makes you hunger for blood to drink it yourself - not that you can do anything with it - and to feed the blood to it. It feeds on us, you see, both mortal and Vampire. And when worn by your kind it makes you repent somehow, see what you've become".
He stops, looking somehow happy to have got all this off his chest:
"Do you want to ask something at this point?" - he shifts uncomfortably, - "I kinda teach a course and students always have questions if you talk long enough."
With Wits + Occult roll you can tell that the Vampire who made the ring was probably from Lancea Sanctum. 3xx or more tells you that what he did was probably Blasphemy against the teachings of that Covenant.