"The moon filled the room with light, stirring up insane nightmares in her charming head — nightmares full of horror and... pleasure. The finest silk veil could not hide her forms, her hot skin, her seductive neck.
The window rattled open. The curtains fluttered, like the wings of a pigeon caught in a snare. She jumped up, screaming in bed. The silver moon in the window was obscured by his black silhouette. Ginratti had returned. She could not help but sigh — memories of the nights filled with the passion he had given her on this very bed excited her so much.
But what's happened to him? Why is his skin so pale? Why the long fangs, sparkling in the moonlight when he smiles? Why did he change his favorite snow-white coat to this terrible black cloak? Oh, no, she thought! What have you become, Ginratti?! But whoever you are now, I will still be yours!"
