The pitch-black night, like a cloth dyed with thick ink, tightly envelops the entire world.
Bean-sized raindrops pound the ground, splashing countless water droplets.
The tombstones in the North City Suburban Cemetery loom in the darkness like fingers reaching from Hell, longing for the worldly splendor.
The rain falls heavier and heavier, flowing down the tombstones, forming tiny waterfalls.
Few people come to worship here anymore, as if it's a forgotten corner of the world.
The wind howls, the deceased are whispering complaints.
Two figures dart across the sky.
The Red-coated elder arrives here holding the Honey Slaughter Blade.
The Honey Slaughter Blade looks around in horror:
"Why, why did you bring me here!"
She's afraid.
What does a vampire intend to do, bringing her to the cemetery in the middle of the night?
The Red-coated elder says:
"Keep going."
