Raito thought a lot about death, dreaming that this, undoubtedly, a great gift will give him a beloved woman. The dream remained a dream because love betrayed him and he was locked up in a dungeon for many years. Honestly, when the true state of affairs came to him, his chest became empty, and the world lost the paint that had previously lured and captivated Raito. Thoughts of death began to come into his head, and the time was lost. And the vampire himself, going mad in pain and laughing, called Death. And she came. To Sakamaki's surprise, there was no braid, no creepy black coat, or kimono. It was a modern girl who looked like an English lady of the seventeenth century. Only black hair was loose and replaced by a cape. The look of obsidian eyes was indifferent, devoid of minimal human warmth and understanding. That before Raito Death, or her messenger, he understood at once. His chest was no longer under pressure, and his head was unusually easy. - Charlotte, - the o