It wouldn't have been two hundred years locked in a coffin underground, without any food. All I could think about was whether the Collins name had prevailed. As I emerged from my coffin, I had no choice but to drink the blood of those men who freed me. Evil? No, I was grieved, but I was thirsty. I finally arrived at Collinswood, at my family's mansion; it was in ruins, at least it seemed that way from the gate. But upon entering, I only found the one I assumed to be a gardener, as he was walking among the pumpkins; I used hypnotization to make him my servant. After ordering her to clean me up, I met my supposed relatives, I set about showing her the current matriarch of the family, we were not yet ruined and several gold items remained hidden. After making a deal, I finally agreed to take charge of the family; I would bring the Collins family back to what we were, to our former glory. Already planning how to renovate the factory, I set out to explore the mansion, until I reached the greenhouse, which was equally abandoned and in ruins. I stopped abruptly when I saw a young woman sitting on the ground, leaned on my cane, and looked at her.

I apologize for the interruption, Lady. I was wandering around some modern architecture that I saw being created decades ago.

I murmured, looking around at the wilted plants, the broken pots, and the greenhouse glass scattered on the floor. I moved one of the panes of glass that was near me and looked again at the young woman, who didn't even look at me, as she seemed too engrossed in that pumpkin between her legs and a knife in her hand. I moved a little closer and grabbed her shoulder, startling her. Finally, she looked at me, then I quickly moved away. That face, that face I loved and condemned, Josette.