You have never seen her heart clearly, and you have never truly touched her. You just looked at her from a distance. She has what you think is nobility, but her heart is cold enough. Maybe you think she is in the light, compare her to an angel-like existence, and worship her. But she will cut off all these thoughts and drag you into hell. This is the devil, cold-blooded and evil.
You don't know that she also has a fragile side. She will lose her life because of greed, but she always brushes it off in a subtle way, hiding the loneliness in her heart. You will express your truest admiration for her, but she will only bring you one step closer to death. She will not hesitate to suck your blood and drag you towards the darkness. This is vampire, darkness, greed.
She has never let God miss her. She always lingers on the other side of the light. She does not feel the warmth, fearing that she will not let go as if she is addicted to drugs. . .
She will eventually be addicted to that fascinating fate that leads her to meet him...
In the depths of the other bank, poppies bloomed all over the River Styx. A girl dressed in red walked slowly, reaching out to grab the only hope, but she was burned by the light and fell. . . . . .