"In the endless night, I grant you eternal rest. Let me give you the last elegy, in this seemingly silent but ready-to-move night, to free you from pain and confusion!"
This is the elegy of the soul that a vampire hunter sings in his heart when burying a vampire...
Hello, my name is Isabella.
Maybe you don't know me – and that's okay. After reading my story, you may think of the plague in Europe... It doesn't matter.
The people who have passed away have passed away. They were in so much pain and tried so hard to hold on, just to protect me. Honey, it's not worth it. This will only make me resent you more and more, but it will not cover the guilt of losing your time because of me.
Elegy of the soul, elegy of the soul...