I, Roger Carl Angela, a vampire with eternal time.
At present, I just need to sit on the wicker chair in the old house and reminisce - recalling the rights and wrongs of the past hundreds of years. The dusk outside the window was heavy, and I suddenly wanted to see the sunrise, even if it turned into ashes like Nilu. Fran brought a crystal wine glass, which contained blood-red liquid.
My memories... My ever-scarlet eternal night.