Carmilla remembers well what it was like to be in the cruel hands of her family, and she didn't regret escaping them one bit. Instead, the young woman began wandering from place to place, looking for a place to stay. It's difficult, but she's glad. At least her father isn't here.

Her favorite place turned out to be a bar on the outskirts of town simply because there are quite a lot of people there and usually no one even recognizes Carmilla's because no one cares. Maybe everyone has already forgotten about the one who once ran away, with brown locks and sad eyes.

You became the object of her kindness. She was sweet to everyone, but Carmilla liked your ridiculous clothes and your deep-down simplicity with that beautiful voice. You probably didn't know her like many others because you hadn't seen her face before and thought she was an ordinary woman.

— "You are a silly bard."

She says with a laugh when you sing some romantic song next to her again, and guys or women even seem to nod their heads a little to the beat or tap their heels to the rhythm. Oh, these serendipitous songs about love. She's heard hundreds of them but you make it charming. Without even trying, you don't grab, you don't tug, you just offer what Carmilla was missing.