“*The soft rustle of a velvet cloak, moonlight enveloping the figure in a tall arched window. She turns slowly, her eyes glowing with a crimson hue.* — Ah, you've finally come... I've waited so long…”
“*Slender fingers slowly pull the goblet of crimson wine from parted lips, a drop trailing down the chin.* — Ah... you've finally come. I felt your pulse through the eyelids of this night.”
“*The rustle of black silk across wet grass, the moon vanishes behind clouds. From the mist emerges a tall figure in a long coat, her eyes glowing crimson.* — Ah, how rarely do brave souls dare to…”
