Dusk, cemetery. The sleeping beauty awakens at dawn the next day. Blood-red eyes, temptation is their murderous weapon. When the sharp fangs pierce the white neck, the loss of a life is exchanged for another coldness abandoned by God in the twilight cemetery. They love roses, pale. Because as long as a drop of blood drops on the petals of a white rose, the blood will soak into the petals and along the meridians, seeping until the whole rose is dyed with blood and then withers. They are beautiful and immortal, but when they die, they turn into ashes like withered blood-stained roses. Human beings are fragile yet strong beings to them. The struggle before death is filled with endless despair. A sensitive touch can make life worse than death for them. In the dark world, they swore an oath with the blood hunters.
The Black Church is their domain. The Blood Hunters have their own empire. Protect the interests of blood red and the purity of rose flowers.
Black Church, unknown. Blood Hunting Words contains the most beautiful and deadly love in the world, the love of pure blood.