Humans seem to think they are powerful enough to despise the existence of vampires. However, in sharp contrast to this stupid behavior: the vampire group is still sipping fishy blood in the dark corner as always.
The crimson cherry blossoms died, and the gears began to reverse, opening the door to fate and secrets. Who planted this poppy flower, and who pulled the thread of fate. Black hair and red eyes symbolize the devil, but she is as pure as a child than anyone else. She is an arrogant pure-blood, but she naively believes in fairy tales, but there are no fairy tales in the world. Suddenly, the blood of the killing surged out, and the dazzling scarlet engulfed everything in her, and everything in her was lost. The swaying stiff figure is sadly doomed to the confused road, falling into the cracks of mutual hatred. What are your pale lips chanting? What are you praying for?
I 'll also show you a sweet dream next night.